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He shook his head. "He doesn’t want to spend time with me. He'd rather be in his room." He let out a long sigh. "The only time he's willing to be around me is if you're there as well." His brow furrowed as if he'd been struck by an idea. "Maybe you need to spend more time with us."
"What do you mean?” I had this strange flutter in my belly. Like I wanted him to want me in his and Dean’s life.
"Maybe I can shadow you and pick up some tricks on how to connect with Dean."
I smiled. "I think you're underestimating the both of you. You just need to try harder."
He walked toward me, and in his expression, I saw determination. "I know that I'm breaking the rules here, but your spending more time around us isn't just to help me connect with my son." He reached out, and his hands settled on my arms, rubbing gently as they inched me closer to him.
We were at work. He was my boss. This was the moment I needed to extricate myself and leave. I stared up at him.
"I've missed spending time with you." His hands moved up, cupping my cheeks. He leaned in closer, and while my mind was telling me to pull away, everything else about me went soft and pliant as I lifted my head toward his kiss. He was so good with his lips. And just like him, I missed spending time together.
The minute our lips touched, I moaned. Or he moaned. Or maybe we both did. It was a release. All the hesitation, all the restraint broke. I wrapped my arms around him like his taste, his touch, was the only thing in the world.
“You haunt my dreams.” His words were said half in frustration and half in need. “Every night.” He maneuvered me over to his desk as his lips trailed along my neck and his hands undid the buttons of my blouse.
I might have responded, but words vacated my brain when his lips wrapped around my lace covered nipple. Need rushed to my core, pooled in my pussy.
My fingers fumbled with his belt and pants, desperate to free him and feel him inside me. The warning bells tried to sound, but I cursed them, shut them up. My body craved this man. His touch. His taste. The way he could make me feel like the center of the universe.
I pushed his pants down, wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking.
“Oh ... fuck ...” He groaned into my neck. “I’m so fucking hard.” He pulled my hand away and then yanked my panties down. He pulled my skirt up to my hips and set me on his desk. “You’re like a wet dream come true, Betts.” He plunged in, filling me hard and deep.
I gasped, clasping my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out and telling the entire building what we were doing.
This was craziness.
But oh, God, was it so, so good.
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Todd
Had there ever been such a perfect pussy? Not that my dick had ever encountered. Betts was wet and tight, and her pussy massaged my cock until I couldn’t see straight. I wanted to draw this moment out, but it was impossible. Not because we were in my office and could be interrupted at any moment. Not because I was Betts’s boss. Not because my son was a few floors up waiting for her to return. No, I couldn’t draw this out because the pleasure was beyond my control. Electricity shot out from my dick, lighting up every neuron in my body.
Betts pressed her face into my shoulder and let out a mewling sound as her pussy clamped down on my dick like it would never let go.
I did my best to hold back the yell of release as stars burst behind my eyes and I drove in, letting go, filling her with my essence. Hell, I was probably handing over my soul.
I never considered myself a weak man, but when it came to Betts, I clearly was. I was helpless to resist her. I had no illusions that I would be able to keep her in my life. What I had told Levi was true.
She was at a different place in her life, and becoming a stepmother to a teenage boy wasn't in her future plans. But I would take whatever she could give me. And I would ask her for more, as much as I could until she sent me packing.
We were half naked in my office, and who knew when someone could come knocking on my door. But I wasn't in a hurry to have this moment end. With my dick still seeped inside her, I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her as if through the kiss I could infuse myself in her, make her feel the things that I was feeling.
When I finished, I rested my forehead against hers. “Please come over for dinner tonight."
She pulled back and looked at me with a question in her eyes. "I don't know."
"I'll cook you a great dinner."
"You can cook?"
Admittedly, my cooking skills were limited. I could make many types of eggs, pancakes, and waffles. Dinners were usually something easy, like boiling noodles and dumping a jar of tomato sauce on them. But for Betts, I would try to cook a proper meal.
"I promise to make a great dinner."
