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“I thought I would help you speed up the process,” he said smoothly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before I could even form a retort, his lips were on mine in a passionate kiss that left no room for resistance. Despite my attempts to push him away, I couldn’t resist falling into his touch as he drew me closer to him. The strength of his arms around me was both comforting and overwhelming. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, if only to steady myself.
With a quick swoop, he lifted me from the floor and gently placed me on my desk, his hands exploring every inch of my body. “No more games,” he whispered as he lowered his hand down my leg.
The warm touch of his hand glided up my leg underneath my tight pencil skirt. Anyone could come in at any moment, but the thrill of being caught only added to the intensity of the moment. My breath hitched at the thought. “River, we can’t....”
“Don’t worry. The door is locked,” he broke in confidently, his lips trailing down my neck.
His comment did little to ease my worries. Even with the frosted glass, anyone could see in and catch us in this compromising position. But in that moment, all rational thoughts disappeared as he continued to kiss and touch me with an intensity that was impossible to resist. The heat between us was palpable, and I couldn’t control myself any longer. Giving into my desire, I snaked my hands along his chest, stopping at the waistband of his trousers. Never had I been so bold before, but with River, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
With trembling fingers, I unfastened his belt and pulled it free. The way he looked at me, with dark desire and hunger in his eyes, took my breath away. I was left breathless as his gaze roamed over my face, tracing every curve and angle with heated intensity. My cheeks burned with a flush of arousal as I fumbled with his zipper, eager to feel the hard length pressed against me.
As my fingers brushed against the bulge inside his briefs, I couldn’t help but lower my eyes in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his arousal evident in the steel-like hardness pressing against my belly.
He pulled me closer and his cock pressed against my stomach like a hard steel pipe, sending a shiver down my spine. His lips were on mine once again as he slid my skirt up past my hips, revealing the lacy panties I had chosen to wear. Thank goodness I didn’t go with my usual cotton ones.
“I think I’ll keep these,” he said with a smirk as he brought my panties to his nose before stuffing them in his suit pocket.
A smile spread across my face at the thought, but it quickly faded as I reached inside his briefs and pulled out his impressive erection. As I held onto him, he placed his hands on my inner thighs, urging me to spread them wider. The cool glass of my desk pressed into my bare skin, leaving red imprints behind, but all I could focus on was the feeling of him deep inside me.
With slow deliberation, he penetrated my entrance and began moving his hips back and forth. Each thrust stretched me to the hilt, but the pleasure he was creating far outweighed any pain. Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, each stroke bringing us closer to our shared climax.
In that private moment on my office desk, we surrendered ourselves completely to each other’s desires without reservation or regret.
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His final words, “Dinner tonight, I’ll send a car for you,” lingered in my mind like a melody, replaying over and over again. As I made my way down the bustling sidewalk, my body still thrummed with the intensity of the orgasm he had given me. My thoughts were muddled and hazy, clouded by pleasure and regret that I hadn’t thought to ask him to return my panties before leaving.
As I walked through the door of the Dollar Mart, every set of eyes felt like it was piercing me. Paranoia consumed me as I tried to shake off the thought that everyone knew I was walking around without any underwear on. But deep down, I knew it was just my own embarrassment and fear making me feel this way. Determined not to let it show, I headed straight for the clothing aisle. All I wanted was to grab a pair of undies and get out of here.
I quickly spotted a three-pack of cotton hipsters—not my usual style, but beggars couldn’t be choosers—I walked to the checkout and placed them on the counter
“Will this be all for you?” the clerk asked as she scanned my purchase.
“Yep,” I replied with an awkward smile.
Grabbing the bright yellow bag she handed me, I practically ran out of the store. Once safely inside the law building, I made a beeline for the nearest bathroom before heading up to my office. Thankfully, the restroom was empty—a rare occurrence in this bustling place. With shaky hands, I ripped open the package and pulled out one of the pairs of underwear. As I held it up and checked to make sure they were facing the right way, a wave of self-consciousness hit me. These were definitely “granny panties.”
Feeling embarrassed and defeated as I took a quick look in the mirror only to find panty lines showing through my skirt, I quickly shoved the remaining two pairs back into the yellow bag and tossed them in the trash. Throwing away ten dollars seemed like a small price to pay for preserving what little dignity I had left, and a small price to pay for not having to carry that bright yellow bag up to my office and face any possible judgement from my colleagues.
As I pushed open the door to my office, the heavy scent of cologne and arrogance hit me like a ton of bricks. Drake was sitting behind my desk, his posture oozing with confidence. It was no surprise to see him there; his blatant disregard for anyone else’s space was a consistent annoyance.
“If you don’t mind,” I said.
With an irritated huff, I walked around my desk and threw his legs off the sleek glass surface. His presence seemed to fill the room, leaving little space for anyone else.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” he replied lazily, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smirk.
Certainly, he couldn’t have known.
“What do you want, Drake?” I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.
He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head. “Sidney told me you’ll only be working here part-time now. And since you’ll be spending most of your time at Triage International, we thought it would be fair to switch offices.”
My annoyance turned into disbelief. “There’s no way I’m giving up this office.”
Drake’s smirk grew wider. “You don’t have a choice. This office is closest to the managing partner’s, and since I’m next in line for senior partner, Sidney and I both agreed it should be mine.”
