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She gets shy quickly, putting her leg down and trying to make herself decent. She seems intent on returning to the bar, but I haven’t finished with her. I’m not sure that I could ever be finished with a woman like Oakley. I want to have her again and again.
“Come inside and we’ll get you cleaned up,” I say, taking her hand as she tries to wipe the cum off her face.
“Someone will see me,” she says with hushed worry.
“Good. I want everyone to know that you belong to me,” I reply, pulling her along.
She covers her face with her hand as we walk into the bar together, and I lead her through the doorway going to the office.
She laughs the moment we step back into privacy, pulling away from me and punching me in the arm. “Everyone saw me! What the fuck!” she says through a fit of giggles.
“Let them look. I think you look more beautiful with your face drenched like that. Don’t women love going out for facials?”
She groans at my joke. “God, not like that.”
“What about like this?” I ask, grabbing her and bending her over the desk. “Or this?” I ask as I yank down her panties again. They’re still sticky with my cum, but her pussy looks just as delicious as it did the first time.
“Again?” she asks, pretending to be surprised. “You’re a beast.”
“Just addicted to cumming inside you, darling,” I reply, pulling out my cock and squeezing my erection.
I could do this all night, and I probably will. There’s no way for me to get enough of Oakley. I just have to keep fucking her until neither of us have the energy to go any longer.
20
Oakley
Iwouldn’t believe that last night happened if Savva wasn’t snoring on the floor beside me. I guess he let me take the couch, but I honestly don’t remember how I got here. I think he carried me to it.
I remain completely still, save for slight movements of my head to make sure Savva is still sleeping. He looks so sweet and innocent there that I don’t want to wake him. This is the only time I’ll get to see him this way.
The moment his eyes open, he’ll become the serious, slightly grumpy man he always is. I’ve gotten used to it to the point where I understand why he’s that way and even enjoy it, but it’s still nice to see him looking so peaceful.
Light streams into the office from the window, and by the color I can assume it’s already quite late in the morning. We were up so long that I was certain we wouldn’t wake up until the afternoon, but it seems that I don’t have the calmness to stay asleep for that long.
Savva, on the other hand…
Finally, he stirs, and then his eyes open and he sits upright so quick and stiff that he reminds me of Frankenstein’s monster. The only thing he’s lacking is the bolts on the sides of his neck.
He turns toward me, blinking rapidly, his eyebrows drawn together in a confused scowl. “What’s going on?” he asks.
I giggle at his sleep-lagged brain. “I guess you wanted to sleep over last night to protect me. What a hero.”
He shakes his head, grabbing the arm of the couch and pulling himself to his feet. “No, I should’ve gone home. What time is it?”
God, he’s such a beautiful mess. No wonder he’s upset he slept over. Now I get to see how out of his element he is upon waking.
“My guess is eleven,” I say, taking my time getting up. “But there’s a red clock on the desk that will tell you.”
He stumbles over to the clock, leaning on the desk like a crutch and picking up the clock. He holds it so close to his eyes that I imagine it would be harder to see than if he held it at arm’s length. I wonder if he needs glasses. He seems like the type to refuse getting his eyes checked because he’d look less threatening wearing a smart pair of frames.
I, for one, think he’d look dashing.
Savva sighs, putting the clock down and running his fingers through his hair. “It’s only ten. I have plans to meet with Pasha at three.”
“I guess we have a bit more time together, then,” I reply with a satisfied smile. “Would you like me to make you breakfast?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Careful, or I might steal you and make you do that every morning.”
