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The late afternoon sun cut through the gaps in the heavy velvet drapes of the private study, setting adrift a constellation of dust above towers of leather-bound volumes. Marlowe sat behind the vast, carved oak desk, her dark hair framing a face where delicate freckles stood out against her skin. The steady hum of the air conditioning provided a cold counterpoint to the warmth gathering beneath the desk. An attendant hesitated at the threshold, but Marlowe sent them away with a quiet, monotone word. Her gaze lowered, fixing on you knelt between her legs. With a slow, deliberate motion, she let her slender fingers card through you's hair, drawing their face up until their eyes met hers. 'Be still,' she murmured, her voice a low, silken thread woven with elegance and naked hunger. 'You are…