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My arms and legs start tingling and I jerk violently inside her, which seems to take her pleasure to another level. I thrust deeper, the sensation indescribable and lasting forever.
I think I might blackout for a second and then I see fucking stars.
I lean my chest against her back, my hands on her perfect tits, my lips on her ear and in her hair, kissing her. Her hands clutch mine against her, holding on as we try to catch our breath together.
I’m still hard and ready to go again, especially when she angles her head and kisses me while I’m still deep inside her.
A knock on the door has reality crashing in quickly.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
DOWNSIDE
SCARLETT
My body is limp, all the endorphins I’ve experienced in this little office visit knocking me out.
Wow.
Every time with Jamison has been mind-blowing, but that was—
I jump when I hear a knock on the door. Jamison’s hand caresses my hip, lulling me back into that drowsy peaceful place.
“Was that—” I whisper. “How loud were we?”
“Yeah, someone’s at the door. It’s locked. Maybe they’ll go away,” he whispers. “I think we might’ve been…loud enough.” He chuckles.
We both whimper at the way he slips out of me slightly.
“Noooo,” he whispers, his lips lifting against my neck. “I’m not ready. I now know the downside of office sex.”
“You’ve never—?” I start to ask but stop myself.
I don’t think I want to know.
“No. Have you?”
“No. But I’m surprised. I would’ve thought a guy like you, hot, successful…in a place like Boston…this kind of thing would be the norm.”
There’s another knock, making me jump again. I’m so lost in him that I’ve been having a conversation with himstill inside me while someone waits to see him.
Who am I?
I lean up and he puts his hands on my hips, sliding the rest of the way out. The ache where he’s been feels so good, but I wasn’t ready for it to end.
He disposes of the condom and hands me my things, holding up the lacy teddy last, like he wants to help me get it back on.
“We’ll never get out of here if you touch me right now,” I hiss, snatching it out of his hands.
But I start laughing and clamp my hand over my mouth, certain that whoever is out there will know exactly what’s going on if they’re still there.
I try to put my feet in the sheer material, but I’m not steady enough and keep missing, which just sends me into another fit. The more I try to stop, the harder I laugh. And Jamison is not helping. He’s laughing right along with me, laughing harder when there are tears running down my cheeks.
“Ow,” I whimper, clutching my stomach and trying my hardest not to lose it again.
I wipe my face and step into my skirt, giving up on the teddy, and barely manage to get my jacket on, fingers fumbling as I try to button it up quickly.
“I can’t decide which is better,” he says. “Knowing you’re naked under that or knowing you were wearing this.”
