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“I like that. Life-hack alert, cleaning done, time for fun?”
“It rhymes,” he said.
“Yeah, but in an ironic way. Like people can use it for a TikTok sound. I can see jokey videos with ‘cleaning done time for fun’ in the background,” she said. “It’ll be a meme in no time, and not a bad one. A major brand identity move.”
“Then we’ll change it, I’ll initial it and we go with it. Mission accomplished,” I said, impressed with her work.
She smiled up at me, buzzing with energy and triumph. “Thanks for your help. It’s a load off my mind. I think it’s a much catchier slogan now for the video ads.”
“One hundred percent agree. Now let me take you to dinner,” I said. “Just dinner, for your dedication and hard work. You must be hungry.”
“No,” she said simply. I nodded and stood up to my full height, took a step back so she could push her chair away from the table.
“I understand. Have a good evening,” I said, determined to be respectful.
“That’s not what I’m hungry for,” she said, biting her bottom lip as if she were nervous. “I’m gonna shoot my shot here, Rick. I miss you.”
When her eyes met mine, we collided. I cupped her face in my hands and devoured her mouth, kissing her and tasting her like I thought I’d never get the chance to do again. God, I wanted her, and I’d missed her like oxygen. I craved her and having my mouth on hers only made the ache worse.
I had to make myself slow down. My need for her was so great that it threatened to break my will and take her hard and fast. I had to subdue that, push it back, savor this because Hailey was letting me kiss her, inviting me to kiss her. I had not expected to be given that opportunity again, and I had to appreciate it, every gasp, every touch of her tongue, just the feel of her satiny skin under my hands as I held her beautiful face and kissed her.
I let my fingers slide into her hair, sending hairpins clattering across the conference table behind her. She smiled against my mouth at the jangle of her bobby pins falling. I loved that smile. It was possible that I loved Hailey. Hell, it was more than possible at this point.
CHAPTER27
HAILEY
Iwas on my knees, my hands working his belt. My fingers were deft, purposeful, not as shaky as I felt. Excitement throbbed through my body with every heartbeat. I was on my knees in the conference room of REM, where I was an intern, getting ready to blow my boss. It made me wet just thinking about it, a lush, icy thrill running up my spine.
As soon as his fingers loosened my hairpins and he sucked my neck, I knew what I wanted. He had offered me dinner. I wanted his cock. In my hand. In my mouth. In my pussy that was so slick and aching with emptiness for him. Nothing else would satisfy me. I’d had him and now I knew what it felt like to have a man make my body sing, a man who knew how and when to touch me to unlock pleasure like I’d never known. And I was addicted. I couldn’t quit because it was inappropriate, because it was wrong or problematic or we could get in trouble. I was like a junkie now, and I’d do anything for a fix. Including drop to the carpet with the door open and take his bare cock out of his designer trousers and wrap my lips around the already-wet tip. I tasted the salty musk of his precum, and it made my inner muscles clench in response.
I wrapped my fingers around his long, thick shaft and worked my wet mouth over and around his cock. He was groaning, swearing, gripping my hair and saying my name. I couldn’t take even half of him in my mouth because of his incredible size, but I felt powerful doing this, sucking him, stroking him, making his body shake in response to what I did to him. I loved the feeling of control as I dug one hand into his hip and the muscular curve of his ass to hold him where I wanted him.
I fed more of his length into my mouth, relaxing my throat and feeling him brush against it as I drew on him, sucking and licking, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head and feeling it flare, feeling the instinctive jerk of his hips as he tried to thrust into my mouth with a ragged cry. I shut my eyes and surrendered to the sensation, to the way he worked himself in and out of my willing mouth, so lax and wet. I felt him getting closer to losing control, sensed the way he tried to hold back so he didn’t hurt me. The tension in his body was rigid, electric. I felt like the wet throbbing between my legs would need only the slightest brush of his finger to make me come my brains out from the way this turned me on.
At the last second, he pulled out of my mouth. I looked up at him, bewildered. He shook his head, a dark flush high on his cheekbones, sweat on his brow, his black hair mussed from my hands. Rick practically dragged me to my feet and spun me around so my back was to him. He bent me over the conference table, my palms on the gleaming wood surface, and unzipped my skirt, dragging it down until I stepped out of it. I felt the cool air on my heated skin, on my plump ass cheeks that bloomed on either side of my pink thong. He groaned again and ran a hand over my ass, caressing, sexy as hell. Then he hooked his finger into the narrow lace strip between my thighs and with one flex of his powerful hand, he ripped it off of me, my lace thong falling in shreds to the carpet. I felt a zing of excitement at that, too.
He reached around me, slid his hand down my belly and reached between my trembling thighs to cup my pussy with his big, rough hand. I ground against him shamelessly, gasping as he fingered me, rubbing my tender clit and probing my channel with his blunt fingertips as I rose on tiptoe, crying out as he gave me more pleasure than I could stand. I wasn’t even coming yet, but I could’ve blacked out from just the possessive way he touched me. Like every bit of me was his, and he could tear off my panties and rub my pussy anytime he wanted. Which, to be honest, he could, but it would be impolite to say so.
He flipped me over and lifted me, setting me on the table. Rick went to his own knees on the carpet like a supplicant before a goddess and the sight of him was so sexy, his perfect shirt and tie, the picture of a stern CEO, looking up at me with intent and then licking my clit, that I nearly creamed myself before he got the chance to eat me out. He spread my thighs, greedy, and hooked them over his shoulders. I leaned back on my hands, arched into his clever mouth, and let him suck and nip at my lower lips, my legs jerking as he fucked me with his tongue. He slid his hands under my ass and lifted me higher to his mouth so he could feast on me as I came with a high shriek of his name that anyone two blocks away might have heard. He kissed my sex open-mouthed then and said, “I love it when you call my name.” I managed a wavering smile, too undone from the orgasm to say anything.
He got to his feet, kissed my mouth deeply, hungrily. I knew he could taste his cock on my tongue, just as he tasted my juices. It was primal and ferocious, the way I bit his lip and he hooked an arm around my waist and dragged me against his chest for a deeper kiss, for more contact, to be closer to him.
I held on to him, arms around his neck, and then he surprised me, slipping his hand down the bare cheek of my ass and fingering my pussy from behind. I gripped him with my thighs, and he held me with one arm, fondling me with his other hand. My whole pussy seemed to swell and pour my juices onto his questing hand, those long, thick fingers tracing my opening, gliding along my folds and teasing me in a way that made me feel dizzy, breathless, desperate. I’d climaxed a couple of minutes ago and he already had me climbing toward another orgasm with his fingers and thumb probing and rubbing between my legs.
He moved his mouth to my neck and sent fiery waves of pleasure down my body, making my breasts ache and nipples pinch with desire. When he curled two fingers inside me, he found and pressed the secret spot in my channel that made me clench and writhe and scream like I’d gone mad or been electrocuted. I bit his shoulder, and he kissed my jaw and cheek, set me on the table and with his two fingers knuckle-deep in my quivering pussy still, he held my face in one hand and kissed me like a man in love. The intimacy and affection in that kiss made it even more erotic, and I held onto his face, savoring the rasp of his beard on my sensitive palms, the same stubble that had abraded the inside of my thigh when he ate me out on his conference table. I held his handsome face, that face I loved so much, and rubbed my lips over his, trying to tell him everything with a kiss.
Rick seemed satisfied that I was ready for him, slick enough he could fuck me without hurting me. He dragged me off the table and turned me over, my back to him again. He pressed a hand into the small of my back and bent me over the table fully, exposing my flushed, glossy core. For an instant an idea seized me. Anyone could walk by, those same janitors who came out of the elevator the time that Rick almost kissed me and my body was so keyed up I had to rub one out before bed and again the next morning. And that had been nothing compared to this level of wantonness, the shameless act of giving my boss a blow job at work and then letting him do this to me. Letting him bend me over a conference table and fuck me in the same place where I presented rebranding plans only a few hours before. I would walk out of here on shaky legs, my thighs wet with my professor’s cum. It sounded amazing, like the filthiest, best fantasy brought to life. I wasn’t just letting him do thistome. I wanted him to do thiswithme, dreamed of it night and day.
Still, even those fantasies couldn’t live up to the breathless moment when Rick stood behind me, his powerful thighs pressed to the back of mine, and shoved that incredible thickness into my eager, slick hole. I cried out with pleasure at his penetration, and felt him jerk inside me, thrusting deeper, giving me more. My fingers scrabbled for purchase on the table as the force of his thrusting cock drove me forward. Rick grabbed my hip and held me fast while he pumped into me, my own hips rocking back to meet his powerful thrusts. I made animalistic sounds with every stroke of his cock inside me. He was lasting so long, hitting that luscious spot inside me that made me see flashing lights.
Sex with Rick felt like falling forever, like I tipped over the edge and plummeted into the abyss, like his cock was a tool he used to stroke and coax pleasure from my body in ways I never imagined. I felt like I left my body and was flung somewhere light and beautiful, my soul spinning free as my sex convulsed around his cock, his come pouring out into me when he stuffed me with one final thrust, burying himself balls deep in my pussy. We came together and it shook me to my core, left me wrung out and beyond even tears to express the intimacy and fervor of that release.
I was in his arms. I realized it almost before I’d come back to my senses. He must have scooped me up from the table, turned me around and now I found myself sitting on the table, legs dangling foolishly, but cradled against his chest, his arms around me, his mouth against my tumbled hair. He kissed my hair, whispered lovely things I couldn’t quite understand in my addled state. I slid my arms around his back and held on, just reveling in the protective warmth of his embrace. I sighed, all my tension gone, my body loose and pliant. I rubbed my cheek against the fine fabric of his shirt, practically nestling against him.
“What are you thinking?” I mumbled as he kissed my hair and told me I was beautiful.
“That I want to be with you. Together all the way, waking up together, making dinner together, arguing about Netflix shows, kissing in the hallway, making love in the shower—I want it all, Hailey, with you. But I also know it’s wrong, and it’s something I can’t have. I shouldn’t have said it. Shouldn’t have put that idea in your head…” he trailed off, sounding miserable even as his arms tightened around me as if he subconsciously wanted to hold on to me.
