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I still can’t speak. I just nod and close my eyes as he fucks the life out of me.
This is bad. This is so wrong. What if Byron found out I was fucking the competition? He’d oust me from the company. I’d lose everything.
So fucking what?
“Rocco,” I moan against his ear. “Give me your cum, baby.”
Baby? Did I really just say that?
His eyes widen. “Keep talking,” he says.
“Cum…”
He cups my tits and thrusts so deep that I figure he’s going to lose it inside of me, without pulling out, yet again. A part of me doesn’t care. The risk is stupid, but worth it.
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his time, he slides back and grunts. Hot streams of cum shoot out onto my pussy, stomach, and tits. Wave upon wave spray onto my flesh.
Sighing, he grabs his shaft and smacks my clit. I run my hands over his biceps. I can feel his muscles working overtime.
When it’s all said and done, I lay across his desk, shattered and covered in cum.
He leans over and presses his body against mine. We’re both sticky, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
“My God, woman,” he sighs, shaking his head. “You will be the death of me.”
I nod and exhale, “That’s my plan.”
He laughs, overjoyed. We have made an absolute mess of his office. “You’re an evil one, aren’t you?”
“I’m going to take over your company,” I joke. “Just you wait.”
“Shit,” he mutters. “Go ahead. I’m bored with the business, anyway. All I think about is fucking you now. I loathe going into meetings, knowing you’re so close to me.”
“You should get over me,” I tell him, reaching into the coat that’s strewn across his leather chair. Inside are my panties and they’re clean. I smile and use the fabric to clean myself as best I can. “I’m sort of off-limits.”
“Off-limits? Are you afraid of me or something?” he asks, tossing the pair of panties away from him.
“No, not at all,” I admit. “I get excited thinking about you.”
“So what’s the problem?” he asks, heading into his closet.
He opens a wood panel and reaches in for a towel.
“The problem is I own stocks of my father’s company. And I’m still on the payroll,” I say. “I’m not willing to cut that off to be with you. Not yet, at least.”
I wink and slide my skirt over my hips.
“I could pay you more money than Byron ever could,” he says.
His naked, muscular body glistens. He looks powerful and incredibly hot. Still, I have to bathe him with some reality.
“But then I’d be your property,” I tell him. “And I’m not that kind of girl.”
“What kind of girl are you?” he asks, slipping on some boxer-briefs. His bulge is huge.
“I’m a girl who likes to get to know men before I fuck them,” I say. “We’ve crossed the line, already. I shouldn’t be doing this.”
