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This was such a bad idea.
But fuck, this was hot.
He was hot.
“Yes, Sir.” The words came out without her permission, but she was willing to roll with it.
He withdrew his finger and he stripped her panties off so fast, the friction burned a path down her legs. Her heart hammered wildly, and she squirmed in anticipation. How was she not drunk? Drunk on lust, maybe.
“Don’t come.”
“What!” She was already so close to the edge she doubted she’d be able to obey that.
“You heard me.” His cock was pressing into her, and she didn’t have time to do anything other than brace herself, grabbing the opposite edge of the table as he urged her body to take him. She whimpered as he filled her, his cock almost feeling too big to be comfortable in this position.
“Shh,” he crooned. “That’s my good girl. Fuck, you’re so hot and tight.” His groaned swear made her knees turn to water.
He withdrew and thrust into her again, jarring her against the table. Reaching under her, he stroked her clit, shushing her as a high-pitched moan escaped her.
With his next thrust he growled against her ear, “If you can’t be quiet I’m going to have to cover your mouth.” The belt tugged at her neck as though he’d wrapped it around his hand an extra time.
His busy fingers tormented her, making silence almost impossible, but she tried her best.
Her body reveled in his rough use, and she knew she’d never be able to obey his command not to come when he was doing his damnedest to get her off. His jarring thrusts were making her head spin. She glanced at the door thinking she’d caught a flicker of movement there, but no one came in.
Was someone watching? She wondered what she looked like shoved down on the table like this, with Will using his big body to pound into her.
She squirmed beneath him, trying to get away from his teasing hand, and yet hoping not to, every thrust hitting her G-spot so hard she wasn’t sure whether to scream or cry. Too much pressure was building. She’d never be able to obey his command.
“I can’t!” She choked on her words as a clever twist of his fingers sent her flying over the edge into a horrible, torturous orgasm. She yowled, sounding like a cat in heat even to her own ears. His big hand closed over her mouth, and he grunted, hot and animalistic in her ear. Her body clenched on him over and over and she sniffled and whimpered, unable to hold back her body’s response to him—her mind’s response to him.
The feel of his belt around her neck, his hand on her mouth, the slap of his body against her ass, his cock pistoning in and out of her tightness.
The ting-ting of her fork against the base of her water glass barely registered in her ears over the thundering of her heart and her harsh breathing. She felt delirious, euphoric—completely spent even as he tensed above her, uttering the most disgusting swears in her ear as his cock surged and jerked inside her.
The bastard better have had the forethought to wear a condom, damn it. She couldn’t remember him putting one on.
He leaned some of his weight on her back, and it felt delicious and dirty, having his hips fused to her bare ass in the middle of a goddamned restaurant. She half expected shocked murmurs or a sarcastic round of applause from unseen onlookers, but there was only his rough breath stirring her hair, tickling.
His hand fell away from her mouth, and he pushed himself up, taking his erotic weight with him. Without his chest against her back she felt as though she might fly into a million pieces. He withdrew, and the loss of that final point of contact made her shake.
A moment later, he rearranged her clothes, pulled her sideways into his lap, and they were sitting on a chair. She had no recollection of him moving them around the side of the table. Her panties were sodden, and she thought maybe she should go clean up, but this was too perfect, being held like this. Tenderly. As though he treasured her even though he’d just banged her hard and fast on a table in a restaurant.
“You wore a condom?” she asked, her voice thin.
“I’ll always take care of you, sunshine,” he said, his voice silken. “Even when you make me feel out of control.”
She let herself have this moment of intense connection, even though it would be temporary.
He was so bad, so dirty, and he’d awoken those same feelings in her. Now that he had, she didn’t think she’d ever be able to enjoy sex with a regular guy again. Chinese takeout and a polite roll in the sheets could never compare to this.
She could enjoy him while she had him though. While she somehow, inexplicably, held his attention. She was probably just a game to him. A toy. A vanilla girl to goof around with while he was bored and she was around because of work. It sucked because she knew she was falling in love with him and she also knew the entire situation was doomed before it had even begun.
“Tonight wasn’t supposed to go down this way.” He laughed shortly, sounding self-conscious. “I actually brought you here tonight because I had something serious I wanted to discuss with you. You really need to work on not being so tempting.”
“I’m sorry, Will.” She still felt completely spaced out. Languid. Obedient. She would do anything to please him and felt, oddly, like she wasn’t doing enough to deserve him.
“Don’t be sorry. You’re perfect. Too perfect. That’s how you managed to derail my plans.”
