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There was enough light left in the room that I could see the fire in her eyes.
I lost my train of thought. I hadn’t come out here for this. I’d really just meant to tell her that it was quitting time for the day. But how in the world was I supposed to remain calm when she gave me that look?
This girl excelled at pushing my buttons. She couldn’t have always been like this. I would have noticed. Sometime between her high school graduation and running into me at the bar, she turned into a proper vixen.
Fortunately, that was something I knew how to handle.
I ran my hand up her arm to her neck. Carefully measuring what she could take, I wrapped my fingers around her throat, not wanting to push her beyond her limits.
I was gentle. I didn’t want to hurt her. But I did want her to recognize just who was in charge here.
“How about now?” I asked her. “Am I arenegadenow?”
Her eyes were wide. “Brian…”
“Am I by the book?” I steered her into the break room. “I’ve fucked you all over this office. Does that saylaw-abidingto you? Or would you say I know how to break a rule when the situation calls for it?”
She didn’t answer. I could see that she was having trouble finding her voice.
“Take off your shirt,” I told her, wrapping my hand around her waist. “Take off that shirt, and let me see those tits.”
She fumbled with the hem. I released my hand just long enough to let her pull it over her head.
“And the bra,” I told her once her shirt was pooled on the floor. She removed that and let it fall too.
I drank her in. Fuck, she was hot, standing there all exposed for me, her big, full breasts begging for my hands. I released her throat and cupped them, feeling their weight.
She moaned and arched into my touch, absolutely wanton, as my thumbs grazed her nipples lightly.
“God,” I groaned. “Fucking look at you, Alison. An FBI officer, here to investigate the SEALs, and I’ve got you with your tits out in my hands begging me to touch you.”
Her eyes closed as I stroked her nipples. “You’re making me so fucking wet,” she whispered.
My cock liked the sound of that, but I didn’t want to let her know the effect she was having on me just yet. “Oh yeah?” I reached down, grabbed her skirt, and yanked it up above her hips.
I separated her legs with my knee and pressed my thigh between them. As I’d hoped, she began to grind on me, letting out a little whine that made me want to give up the game and fuck her right then and there.
I’d been right about one thing—she was soaked. She wanted it bad.
“Maybe you think I’m such a stickler for the rules because you have no regard for them at all,” I suggested.
Alison was too busy riding my leg to form a coherent response.
I grabbed her by the waist and stopped her.
She gasped.
A moment later, her eyes cleared a little. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
“I’m not a toy,” I told her. “I’m not going to let you rub yourself off on me.”
“Then fucking fuck me. Or did you strip me and bring me in here for sport?”
“No, this is what we’re going to do.” I grabbed her ass and lifted her bodily off the ground, settling her on the break room table. “You’re going to spread those legs and give me a fucking taste. I’ve been wanting my mouth on you for days now. And when I’m good and satisfied with that, if you’ve been really good, I’ll fuck you. Understand?”
She nodded, breathing rapidly.
“If you come on my tongue, you don’t get fucked. Got it?”
