“Sam.”
I ignored his plea and sucked him harder, took him even deeper.
His legs shifted restlessly and I circled the swollen tip of his cock with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips thrusting upward.
I resisted the urge to smile around him.
Strong hands gripped me under my arms before I could. He lifted me, and planted me back on the edge of his desk. I opened my mouth to protest, but his mouth was there, his tongue sweeping in as his cock drove into me. My back arched at the delicious sensation of him filling me. He didn’t give me time to savor the moment, pulling back only to power back in.
Then, Brent Evans fucked me better than any man or fantasy before him. My body stretched to as he filled me. His strokes were so deep they were almost brutal. His hands gripped my hips so hard I know I still bear the mark of them today. My body bucked with each thrust, my arms wrapped around his neck as I fought to hold on.
I awoken the feral beast and basked in the frenzy as he took me. The slap of our flesh echoed around us. Nothing else existed outside of his office, and his desk.
When he broke our kiss, he shoved his face into my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin. And, as if he decided that wasn’t enough, he paused only a breath before his teeth clamped down on my skin.
My body roared in response, my orgasm stole the air from my lungs as I cried out his name. He panted against my skin, his hips still thrusting wildly against me. It was primal; it was a body-shaking earthquake that swallowed me whole. I clung to him, our bodies slick with sweat. His teeth didn’t release me until his come filled me. It was only then, after groaning with pleasure did he lift his head.
“That was…”
His words dangled as he dipped his head to drag his tongue across the place where his teeth scored my flesh. I wasn’t cold but I shivered anyway.
“I know.”
That was all the conversation he seemed interested in, his lips finding mine again. He reached back to grab the arm of his chair and dragged it back over to his desk. Once it was close enough, he sat back in it, pulling me with him. I straddled him as his hands slid up my naked back. When he moved us, his cock had slipped free. As we kissed it began to harden again beneath me.
“Already?” I said.
He answered by gripping my hips and grinding it against me. I groaned. He kissed me until I was panting with need, begging him to take me again. He complied, spinning me to face his desk before bending me over it. His hand fisted in my hair, tugging my head back as his body claimed mine over and over again.
It was hours later before he was finally finished with me.
When he went to get me some paper towels from the bathroom to clean up with, the walls of his empty office folded in on me. I ran, ignoring the sticky wetness that trailed down my leg as I bolted for my office. As soon as I had my purse and keys I was gone, desperately needing to avoid any awkward goodbye.
After a shower, for what little was left of the night, I tossed and turned in my bed. How could I ever face him again? How could we ever go back to whatever we were before?
I decided avoidance was the safest route. Honestly, I could meet potential clients anywhere. Sure, I’d miss the convenience of the office but there were loads of relators who worked out of home offices.
I repeated that thought to myself my entire commute. Relief tinged with a pang of regret washed over me as I parked when I noticed his Jeep wasn’t in the lot. It’s better this way I reminded myself, clutching my travel coffee mug like a drowning person would cling to a lifesaver.
I stopped dead when I turned to enter my office.
Brent was there, sitting behind my desk. To say he looked pissed would be an understatement.
“Brent,” I managed, my throat raspy from all of the groaning I did the night before.
“Samantha,” he replied, not moving from my chair.
“What do you want?” I ask, forced steel coating my words to hide the way I trembled inside.
This man had pleasured me in ways I had not thought possible last night. I didn’t know how to be in the same room with him and not fling myself into his arms.
“For you to tell me which office I’m fucking you in tonight, yours or mine?”
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