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“This is what I think about,” he growls behind me, running his hands over my breasts, squeezing at my nipples. One hand dips between my legs, and he curses to find me so wet and ready for him. “You, here, bent over my desk. I know I shouldn’t, but,fuck…”
He nudges my legs wider and positions himself against me. I lay my palms flat on the cool surface and arch back, eager.
He sinks into me with a low groan. And god, it feelsincredible. Our chemistry has been good from the start, but—I swear—it keeps getting better. He pulls back, and then pistons into me again, faster this time.
“There,” I moan, as Austin hits an angle that almost sets me off. He’s still got a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusting, and God, the sensation is overwhelming. Pleasure, everywhere, inside and out. Building as he thrusts faster, the desk rocking with the force of our movements.
“God, baby, I’m not going to last.”
“So don’t.” I thrust back against him, matching his frenzied pace. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his laptop shifting closer to the edge, about to fall, and I reach for it, desperately trying to keep it together as Austin powers into me. My fingertips grasp the laptop as my climax rips through me; Austin shudders his own release and I grip the computer just before it smashes to the ground, pleasure still soaring.Disaster averted.
Talk about multitasking!
We both catch our breath, then Austin tenderly lifts me up into a hug, smoothing down my skirt.
“Better now?” I ask, flushed and giddy.
“Damn right,” he grins.
“Good. “I smile. “But now I know this is an option… How are we going to not scandalize the office having dirty desk sex, every single day?”
Austin laughs, straightening up. “Sex every morning before work? As a preventative measure.”
“Good idea,” I grin back. “Seems like the only responsible thing to do.”
“Responsible…” his eyes drift back towards his phone, already buzzing with messages. I laugh.
“Go on, get back to it. But try not to get so tense again? The team are already nervous enough.”
Austin pulls me into a lazy kiss. “Couldn’t if I tried. You just fucked all the tension right out of me.”
I pull away, laughing. “And nowI’mthe one who needs a shower. See you later.”
“Wait,” Austin stops me by the door. “It’s going to be OK, isn’t it?”
I soften at the nerves on his face. “It’s going to be incredible.”
Back at home,I take that long shower, carefully curl my hair and slip into the green gown I chose for tonight. The color isn’t an exact match for the Vital logo, but it’s close. The cut of the dress is tasteful—this is a work event, after all—but the color is a knockout.
I smile at my reflection. A month ago, I would never have dared wearing something like this… or imagined myself having a fast-paced, fun job like Vital.
Or a fast-paced, fun boyfriend like Austin.
I finish off my makeup and go to fetch my date, down the hall. Knocking gently in case Isla has already nodded off, I whisper-call, “Millie? You ready?”
The door swings open, and Millie dramatically poses in her floor-length black number.
“Mil,” I whistle, taking in her look. “More like MILF.”
“I know. Aren’t my boobs incredible? There’s so much tape under here.” She gropes her considerable cleavage, beaming. Then, turning back to her family for kisses, “I love you, I love you, and Mama is clocking out for the night.”
“Have so much fun, baby,” Milo calls.
“Look at us,” Millie marvels, on our way downstairs. “We’re in formalwear for a night on the town. I’m going to drink so much free champagne.”
But for all her big talk, Millie is dumbstruck when we exit the car. “Oh my god,” she squeals, clutching at my elbow. “There is anactualred carpet!”
There is indeed—because there are actual celebrities. “Lanie’s PR team emailed asking about arrival times for red carpet pics, so we figured, we better order one, fast!” I confide. “It turns out, she invited a ton of influencers and reality TV folks.”
