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Hell, no. “I just… don’t know if this is a good idea. Since I’m your boss.”
She shifts forward again, sliding herself along my bulging groin. I feel her moistness seep through the thin fabric of her shorts. “I’m only working here for the weekend. Let’s just have a little fun.”
Fun. Women have said that to me before—but what they really meant waslet me just have a bit of your money. And I’d fallen for the lies, the allure of sex, believing they actually wantedme. It’s been a few years since I’ve made those kinds of mistakes. Cutting out coke and hard liquor has helped significantly, but I’ve also replaced the drugs and booze with work. Once an addict, always an addict, as they say, so I just choose my addictions more wisely now.
Although I like to think I can see through women’s motives now, stress from the job fogs my brain, a lack of sleep blurring my better judgment.
Fun. I haven’t had fun in a long time. She’ll only be here for the weekend. The club is deserted. No one will know. Might be awkward tomorrow, but you know what?
“Fuck it.”
My hands cup the firm curve of her ass and I stand up, lifting her with me. She gasps, weaving her arms around my neck and linking her legs behind my back. I kiss her again, her mouth opening to welcome my tongue. As her legs tighten around me, I become stiffer in anticipation.
She tosses her auburn hair back and her rosy lips part. “Fuck me,” she breathes into my ear.
I clear my desk, knocking everything onto the tile with one swipe of my arm. My legs slam into the drawer as I drop her on the desk, but I don’t care. My tongue trails a line from her lips to her neck. Grabbing the top of her corset, I tug it down, freeing her breasts from their confinement.
They pop out like a submerged cork rising to the surface, her nipples taut and perky, her breasts round and supple. Full C’s, as I had envisioned. I take her left nipple between my lips, teasing the tip with my tongue.
She moans again, and her fingers dive into my scalp, tugging at my hair. Leaning backward, I look at her, and snap a screenshot of this moment in my mind. I may not have fucked any of my employees before, but I have fantasized aboutit. I’ve imagined more than one of them on my desk—just like this… except Lara is different.
I can’t describe it, but there’s something about the way her innocence contradicts her sexiness. She doesn’t know how beautiful she is. The dancers—even the regular female bartenders—hear it from the guests every day. After being told the same thing over and over by men who know nothing about them, they become jaded, cold to the compliments.
There’s something else,though. Although Lara killed it behind the bar tonight—and even though she looks incredible in this outfit—she’s out of place here. She came on to me, but I get the vibe that one-night stands with her boss are far from her thing. She chose me… and that makes the idea of fucking her that much more appealing.
Licking my lips, I gently touch her knees and slide my hands between her thighs. My fingers press against her smooth skin, and like the snap of a rubber band, her legs pop open, splaying wide in an inviting V-shape.
I study the indentation of her womanhood squeezed tight against the fabric of her shorts. I can see she’s not wearing panties, and my desire to be inside her surges, my erection now pressing painfully against my zipper. I adjust myself as I slide one finger beneath the hem of her shorts, peeling it to the side so I can touch her plump, moist love tunnel.
“Fuck.”
I’m eager to slide my tongue inside her, to taste her, and to make her moan so loud it vibrates her entire body. But as I kneel before her, she stops me, grabbing my shoulders.
“I can’t wait.” She grabs both her nipples, plucking them with a tight twist. “Fuck me right now, Jamie.”
How can I say no to that?
My zipper is open before I inhale my next breath. I free myself from the constraint of my pants, but before I can even undress, Lara wraps her legs around my thighs and draws me toward her.
I don’t even hesitate. Ripping her shorts completely to one side, I guide myself toward her entrance. She’s soaked, the moisture drenching me as I slide myself inside her.
She arches her back, gripping my butt with her fingers, and as her hips lift, I slide deeper, penetrating her as deeply as possible.
Her eyes roll back. “Yes.”
I slam myself inside, grabbing on to her hips to gain leverage. She cries out, and I lean over her, biting down on the nape of her neck to stop myself from moaning the full extent of the pleasure that’s overwhelming me.
It’s been way too long since I’ve had fun like this, and the build inside me grows faster than I want it to—but I can’t help it. Her moans are urging me toward the edge, and her breasts are bouncing over the top of her corset in rhythm with my thrusts. My breath catches as I near climax.
Panting, she peers up at me, those riveting blue eyes swollen with lust. “Are you close?”
I nod. “Yeh.”
I half expect her to tell me to come inside her—it wouldn’t be the first time a woman tried to baby-trap me—but to my surprise, she plants a hand on my chest and pushes me off her. I step back, removing myself from inside her, and she drops to the floor, wrapping her fingers around my shaft as she feigns encircling the head with her lips. She flicks twice with the tip of her tongue, never actually making contact, but driving me insane with the visual alone and the feel of her hand, and all I can think about is sliding myself deep into her mouth.
“Not this time,big boy,” she coos, wrapping both hands around my stiff shaft. She gently twirls a thumb around my head as she strokes me with the other. It’s the push I need, and before I can warn her I’m ready to come, she senses it. She speeds up her strokes, teasing the head with her fingertips.
My orgasm rockets through my entire body, the vibration making me cry out,and as I empty myself with an explosive blast into her hand, she looks at me with her steel-blue eyes that sparkle in the overhead light. She continues jerking me, and doesn’t stop until she drains me dry. My whole body spasms as it forces out every last drop. She slows her strokes and leans backward, grinning widely.
