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I shouldn’t have asked. He took it as a challenge and thrusted into me so fast and hard I could barely stand it. But I had never been so turned on in my life, so my body took him in greedily.
“Such a bad, bad girl,” he teased. His words were followed by several sharp smacks to my butt, which only excited me more.
I felt myself clenching up all over again, my body aching for the same release that had tore through me before. I was so close again already, and I could feel he was right there with me.
That would have been enough. I could have let go right then, just like that, and it still would have been the best sex of my life. But I forgot I had met my match, and Jordan Ashford never settled for anything. He was always the over-achiever, going the extra mile.
He pounded into me over and over again as his hand snaked into my hair once again. He pulled back with a sharp tug that I felt right down to where his dense body was smacking into me from behind. No one had ever been that deep before…that hard or that full of stamina.
If we hadn’t been in his office, he could have gone all night…just as he had promised before. That’s when a tinge of regret hit me. I knew my plan was flawed. This wasn’t going to quench my thirst for him for good. It was going to make things so much worse for me. I would never be able to stop wanting more, and now I would be stuck working with him for years to come.
Somehow, he managed to fuck all of that out of my brain until we were both bursting through the rise and fall of our orgasms. He shivered and pumped inside of me until he was drained dry, and I was panting with whimpers from exhaustion.
Normally, sex gave me more energy. But maybe I just hadn’t been doing it with the right people. I felt drained dry. Then again, nothing had been my definition of normal on that night with him.
“Holy hell,” I gasped as I tried to remember how my limbs worked well enough to stand.
“Yeah,” he huffed back, raking his hands through his hair.
We stumbled our way through getting dressed and putting ourselves back together. A somewhat awkward silence fell as we looked back to the stacks of papers scattered all around us.
“Well, back to it then,” I decided out loud, still out of breath.
“Jesus, you really are a workaholic,” he quipped.
“Eventually, you’ll learn to believe me when I tell you things about myself and you’ll stop underestimating me,” I grinned. I knew it was my moment to save face, no matter how I really felt inside. “And that includes what I said about tonight. This was a one time only thing.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” he chuckled, and I could see a glint of fear in his eyes. As if he was just now realizing exactly what he had let himself do.
But there was no way he could possibly regret any of it. I certainly couldn’t, no matter how much I knew I should have.
