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Her body rocked back and forth on my desk, her breasts swinging. I wanted to suck on them, but I would have to do that another time. It had been the idea to do a once-off, but there was no way I was ending it here and moving on. I wanted to have her a few more times. I knew this before I had even released.
Rena moaned and cried out as I pounded into her, and I fucked her harder and faster, shortening my strokes. Even though the door was locked, we were still at the office and we couldn’t take our time. I would have to bring her to my place to take my sweet time with her, next time.
I pounded into her and felt my balls tighten, the orgasm getting closer and closer. This was the release I’d been waiting for since Joe had brought Rena’s advances to my attention. When Rena orgasmed again, it was more than I could bear and I released inside of her. Her pussy tightened around my dick, and she cried out. Her contractions milked me, and I came in the condom, pumping into her until I was empty.
When I pulled out of her, her pussy was so tight after I had fucked her that it tugged at the condom. I held out my hand and helped her up. Rena was breathing hard. She stiffly climbed off my desk and found her clothes. I turned around to give her privacy and pulled my condom off, wrapping it in a tissue before throwing it in the wastepaper basket.
After I zipped up my pants again, I turned. Rena was already dressed in her skirt and bra. I took her panties out of my desk drawer and offered it to her.
“Keep it,” she said breathlessly. I grinned and put it back in the drawer. She was quickly becoming my favorite fuck so far.
“Remember,” I said when Rena was fully dressed, “no one can know. Not if you want this again.”
“Who says I’ll give it to you again?” she teased. The grin she gave me suggested she would do it again in a heartbeat. She put her heels back on and walked to the door, swinging her ass from side to side. Before she opened the door, Rena looked over her shoulder at me. She smiled and let herself out of the office.
Fuck. Me.
I took a moment to pull myself together and to give her time to get going before I came out. I glanced at the wastepaper basket where the condom was carefully hidden in the tissue. No one would know what we had done.
Rena had surprised me tonight. She’d seemed so innocent before, but I had gotten a taste of a different side of her and I liked it. I wanted more. A lot more.
When I was sure she was gone, I picked up my bag, grabbed my phone, and switched off the lights. Everything in the office was dark and quiet by the time I walked to the elevators. Rena was long gone, the way I had wanted her to be. I rode the elevator down to the lobby, said good night to the doorman, and stepped out into the cool air.
Chapter 7
Rena
On Sundays, I went to my mom’s place. I hadn’t felt like going during the week, but now that the weekend had arrived, I wanted to go home and see her. She didn’t live very far from me, only a short distance outside Chicago. My dad was away on a business trip, and it was just me and my mom.
When I arrived, my mom came out waving her hands and asking for hugs before I was out of the car. She was eccentric and loud and expressive. Her hair was flaming red, and she wore exotic tunics and dresses that made her look like a kind of fortune teller. She wore bright lipsticks, and she hadn’t ever carried a handbag. Instead, she folded her money away in tissues and tucked it into her bra. I had gotten used to her strange ways and her absolute disregard for what other people thought of her years ago.
“How are you, my honey?” Mom asked when she finally got to hug me. “Look how thin you are! Aren’t you eating?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You know this is what I look like now, Mom.” I had been chubby as a teenager, but I’d lost my baby fat growing up and I liked it.
“No harm in trying to fatten you up,” Mom said and dragged me inside for lunch. She’d prepared cold meats and salad with homemade rolls that were still warm. When I spread butter on one, it melted immediately, and when I bit into the roll, it was the taste of my childhood.
“How are you?” Mom asked. “How are things going?”
I nodded. “I’m doing well. I’m just working, focusing on moving on and up as you always say.”
