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I dig in my heels, look at his hand, then pluck it off, dropping it away from me. “First, don’t touch me. Second, I can go where I please, and third, where’s Hannah?”
His forehead scrunches as he eyes me. “Who are you and what do you want with Hannah?”
A feminine voice comes from down the hall. “Sam? What are you doing here?”
I sidestep the guy and stride toward a similarly dressed Hannah. “Bought you lunch,” I say, gesturing to the takeout I picked up on my way here. “You couldn’t get away from work, but I could. So, here I am.”
She frowns at the brown bag in my hand then leans toward it, sniffing. “What is it?”
“Medium rare eye fillet with garlic sauce and a side of fries.”
Her eyes light, and she snatches the food from my outstretched hand. “Follow me,” she says over her shoulder as she walks farther down the hallway.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m on her heels, my eyes fixed on her ass swaying as she goes. It looks amazing wrapped in that skintight blue wetsuit. But I’m not the only one who notices. The guy who stopped me before is also watching her. I close the distance between us and curl a possessive hand around her small waist, walking beside her instead of behind her.
Hannah leads us to a room at the very end of the hall then closes the door behind me. I don’t miss the click of the lock or the seductive little grin on her pretty mouth when she does it.
Glancing around, I take note of the two couches pushed against the wall and the table with long bench seats on either side. When I turn back to Hannah, my mouth goes dry. She’s tugging down the zipper on the front of her wetsuit, slowly revealing more and more of her creamy flesh.
I swallow. “You don’t want to eat your steak?”
All I get is a shake of her head, then she’s on me. I trip backwards, landing on the couch behind me, and she quickly scrambles into my lap. Her lips press to the edge of my jaw, followed by a sweep of her tongue with a roll of her hips over my growing hard-on.
“Jesus, Hannah,” I groan. I came here to feed her and talk. As horny as I’ve been, I didn’t intend on fucking her at her place of work. But the way her hips keep rolling over me, that’s exactly where this is going.
I grip her waist, holding her still. “We should talk. I wanted to—”
She cuts me off with a swipe of her tongue over my bottom lip. Christ. I tried. That counts for something, right?
Dragging one hand along her now naked spine, I tangle my fingers in her damp hair and tug her head back. She squirms in my lap when I lift my mouth to her slender throat and suck. A moan escapes her, and her hands yank at my belt then undo my fly.
I let go of her to dig my wallet out of my pocket. Hannah takes it from me, snatches the foil package out, then drops the leather to the couch beside us. I’m transfixed as she wraps one hand around my length and slides the condom down my shaft with the other.
She strokes me, once, twice, three times. Then I lift her and swing, depositing her on her back on the couch. She helps me rip her wetsuit off, kicking it to the floor when it’s free of her ankles.
She is so damn beautiful spread out beneath me like this: hair damp and splayed around her head like a halo, nipples hard and peaked, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. I glide a hand down her throat, over her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts, and across her taut stomach.
“Sam, just fuck me already!” she demands, reaching for my cock and tugging it toward her entrance.
I steady myself with a hand beside her head, but refuse to enter her until I’m sure she’s wet for me. “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” I instruct. When she complies, I reach between us, run two fingers through her folds, then push them inside her slick heat.
Hannah squirms. “Please, Sam.”
My cock jolts at her plea, and I remove my fingers, bring them to my mouth, and suck them clean before dropping to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Shifting my hips, I align myself with her entrance and thrust hard and deep. I still for a moment, enjoying the feel of being inside her again.
She digs her heels into my ass. “Fuck me, Sam. Please fuck me. You feel so good,” she whimpers, wriggling her hips beneath me.
“Such a dirty mouth,” I croon, gliding my cock in and out in long, slow strokes. She squirms beneath me. “You want more, baby?”
She nods frantically.
“I’m going to need you to say it, Hannah. I like that dirty little mouth of yours.” I continue to taunt her with excruciatingly slow glides in and out of her. It’s killing me, too, but I want words.
She moans, her heels pressing relentlessly into my ass, trying to force me to go faster. “Please, Sam.”
“Please what? What do you need, Hannah?”
