Page 59 of One Night in Vegas


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I felt the same way. I arched a brow, challenging him. Was he brave enough to have me when we were both stone-cold sober?

“You don’t know how bad I want you,” he growled.

I took a step toward him and pushed him. “I do.”

He grabbed at my hips and spun me around. His cock pressed against my ass with one arm wrapped around my waist. His thick thighs bumped the back of mine with his body pushing me forward. I hit the edge of the desk. His strong hand pushed against my back.

“Bend over,” he ordered.

I slapped my hands against the smooth wood of his desk. “You might be my boss, but this is not you being my boss.”

“This is me fucking you.” His voice was raspy with need.

I heard the condom wrapper being ripped open. His hand moved between my legs a second later. He cupped my crotch. Heat from his palm emanated through my body. I gasped and dropped my head back.

“This sweet, sweet pussy has been on my mind way too much,” he whispered close to my ear. “You have haunted my dreams. My nightmares. Always you. Always this.”

His words were full of anger. “Are you going to keep talking or are you actually going to do something about it?”

He thrust two fingers inside me. “This?”

“You know damn well that’s not what I’m bent over this desk for,” I snapped back.

“Oh?” He teased me with his fingers, pushing deep before slowly pulling them out. “Why are you bent over my desk, Macy? What do you want?”

“You know what I want,” I hissed. “Stop fucking around.”

He jerked away his fingers and pushed his cock inside me with one hard stroke. My head dropped down. He grabbed my hips and pounded inside me. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed around the room. I slapped my hand against the desk with anger and pleasure before reaching behind me and grabbing at his body. My nails scraped over his flesh, pulling a hiss from him.

“Is that what you want?”

“Harder, Jon, fuck me!”

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JON

Igritted my teeth together and tried to control the emotions pumping through me. I was angry and thrilled. I had wanted her and now I had her. I was pissed that she had the power to turn me inside out. She had a hold over me I didn’t know how to explain.

“Dammit, woman!”

Her body squeezed mine. The tight sheath milked me with every spasm. I wanted to scream. Pleasure? Frustration? I couldn’t distinguish between the two. I wanted all of her. I wanted her to surrender.

“More!”

Her begging damn near did me in but I was not going to give it up until I made her come at least once. I released her hip and twisted her hair around my hand, pulling her head back. With my hips pinning her to the desk, I released the other hip and grabbed her full tit. I gave a gentle squeeze, pulling a strangled cry from deep in her throat.

“More, dammit,” she moaned.

“Don’t act like you’re not getting enough,” I hissed. “You’re loving this. I can feel how wet you are. You are so fucking hot right now.”

A long, low moan bubbled out of her. I felt her hit the orgasm. It slammed into me, nearly dropping me to my knees. My body jerked and spasmed when the orgasm rolled through her and directly into me. I cried out, my hands going back to her hips with my fingers digging into the fleshy softness.

When I was finally able to see straight again, I took a step back on shaky legs. I quickly disposed of the condom and watched as she pushed her hair away from her dewy brow. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were plump from the savage kisses.

Without a word, we both started to dress. She pulled on the blazer and fluffed her hair. “Have a good night,” she said and walked out of my office like nothing happened.

I was not handling it quite as well as she was. My brain was mush. Sex with her always rocked my world. But it was different this time. Now that I knew her just a little better, it was more intense. I wasn’t sure if this was love or lust. With what she did to my body, it was hard to tell the difference. Everything felt a hundred times stronger with her.

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