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“Wh-what are you doing?” Is all I manage to ask him as he turns back to me.
“Locking the door so we aren't interrupted,” he says so matter of factly.
“Interrupted? From what?” He stands in front of my face, close enough to smell, and lick, if I want and oh do, I want.
“From this,” is the last thing he says before he makes me forget everything I came here for. Screw it. It was a losing battle anyway. I just don’t want this feeling to end.Chapter SevenBaronThe kiss I am giving her could last for fucking days, but she is so fucking responsive that I know I am not going to last. I should stop and take her to my house or something, but I know that’s not going to happen. Her sweatshirt is gone in seconds and I am back to kissing her.
“Baron,” she moans. “We should talk…” she begins, but I cut her off with my lips.
“Later,” I say. My fingers reach under the waistband of her sweats and find her panty-less. She is also wet for me. I slide them down her legs, where she kicks them and her shoes away. Opening my pants, I let them fall to my ankles. I lift her up so that she can wrap her legs around my waist, and I slide into her. I fuck her roughly with her back against the door.
“Baron, how do you do this to me?” she moans yet again.
“You’re mine, Frannie. Accept that,” I tell her.
“I know,” she says. “I keep trying to fight it, but...oh God.”
Without heeding the noise level, I slam my cock in and out of her tight pussy, rattling the door like a damn headboard.
“I love being inside your tight cunt. There is nowhere else I’d rather be,” I whisper in her ear before licking the outer shell, before finally biting down on her lobe. She lets out a breathy sigh
“Really?” she pants. Her voice is almost at a whine.
“You are such a good girl,” I grunt. She must love that because her pussy squeezes my dick like a vice. I want more of it.
“Am I? If I am such a good girl, then fuck me harder,” she demands breathlessly. I have no choice but to give her what she wants. Harder and harder, I fuck into her. She will definitely be walking funny after this.
“Not a fucking problem,” I grunt, giving her all of me. Everything is happening all at once and I need more of her.
“Sir? Baron? Are you okay? What’s going on in there? I can’t get in,” Laurie says, while trying the door and rattling the locked handle.
“Go away, Laurie,” I shout. Not caring about anything at the moment, but the woman I have in my arms and on my cock. Thank God she leaves without another word.
I move us over to the couch and finish what I started after taking my pants off the rest of the way. The leather couch is uncomfortable as hell, but it’s worth it. With her on top of me, I fill her pussy again and again. Afterwards, I rub her back which is surprisingly soothing. We don’t speak. I am almost asleep when she suddenly gets up and starts looking for her clothes. I don’t want her to leave right now.
“Do you have to go?” I ask.
“Yes, I am sorry. I am late for work. So late,” she says looking at her phone. “Pick me up later?” She asks, rushing around.
“I’ll be there,” I tell her.
“Why can’t I control myself around you?” She asks, leaning over me.
“Because you don’t want to,” I reply, kissing her again.
“You may be right about that,” she says kissing me this time. “I really have to go,” she says pulling her shoes back on.
“Alright. Let me walk you out. My driver, Esteban, is waiting downstairs. He’ll take you wherever you want to go,” I say doing so. I wait with her while the elevator comes up. When it arrives, I kiss her again.
“Bye,” we say at the same time as the doors close.
“Sir?” Laurie asks as I head back to my office.
“Not now,” I say, closing myself in my office again. What the fuck am I going to do for eight hours?
I try to go back to doing some work, by buckling down and focusing on a new client’s marketing plan, but less than an hour later all I have managed to do is stare at the ceiling. I give up on trying. I turn CNN on and zone out, thinking about my girl. After five, I am ready for food. Luckily, I run into Marquise and we leave for Frannie’s restaurant to grab dinner.Chapter EightFrannie“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” I chastise myself as I frantically exit the building. Looking down at my phone, I further castigate myself. I have exactly twenty minutes to get to work, which means I do not have time to go home and change. My boss is not going to like it. I have sweats on for crying out loud.
