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It’s like something or someone has taken control of my body. I just can’t help myself.
I lean forward, grab her by the shoulders, and pull her into a kiss. I’m half expecting her to push me away, but she doesn’t. At all.
She kisses me right back, her soft, wet lips pressed hard against mine, her tongue darting out and caressing mine.
I groan in the back of my throat. My cock stirs as she presses her body up against mine, her soft curves molding perfectly against me.
We walk into her room, lips still locked together, and I kick the door closed behind me. I throw my jacket off as we stumble to the bed, my arms beneath her back to soften her fall.
She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, lips parted sensually, legs spread just a little.
Holy shit. I want her. I need her.
Whatever part of my mind that was telling me before about not pursuing this is pushed to one side by pure animal lust, by my overpowering desire for Nina.
She’s no longer my assistant or even Dean’s little sister. She’s mine.
Getting up on top of her, I lean down to kiss her once more. Her hands come up around me, pulling me down onto her. I breathe deep, filling my airways with her intoxicating scent.
My cock is raging hard now, straining against the confines of my clothing, and she notices. She pushes her hips upwards, grinding herself against me, and fuck, it feels so good.
My hands are everywhere, exploring her perfect body, the soft expanse of her skin. I slip one hand under her dress, my erection growing even harder as my hand reaches her soft tits.
Pulling the top of her bra cup down, I find the engorged nub of her nipple. She moans as I run my finger around its edge, panting as she presses herself up against me.
I’m lost, completely lost in her, and I don’t want to find myself again . . .
Nina
Oh my God.
It’s happening.
It’s happening, and it’s everything I dreamed of.
Brock’s hard body against mine, his musky scent filling my nostrils, his lips pressed against mine.
His hands are everywhere, and every little touch crackles with energy and passion.
I can feel his hard, throbbing erection through his pants, and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone.
I arch my hips upwards, feeling my wetness already seeping through my underwear, aching to feel that big hard cock slip inside me, fill me up . . .
All my daydreams, all my dirty teenage fantasies, and they’re all coming true, right here, right now.
His hand slips underneath my dress, and I gasp as his exploring fingers find my sensitive, hardened nipple. He tweaks it gently, sending a wave of pleasure through me, starting from my core and spreading outwards to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“That feels so good . . .” I moan.
“You like that?” he growls, pinning my wrists above my head. “I thought you would.”
He kisses my throat and I squirm under his grip. He’s strong, and I’m completely at his mercy.
“Brock,” I gasp.
I’m about to beg him for more, but then there’s a loud, insistent knock at the door.
We both pause for a second, Brock glancing over his shoulder.
“Probably just maid service or something,” Brock says before he dips his head back down again, kissing his way down my body, and . . .
The knocking comes again, louder this time, and it doesn’t stop. If anything it grows louder by the second.
Brock glances down for a second at his very obvious and prominent erection, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Stay here,” I say. “I’ll deal with it.”
I make sure my dress is at least somewhat back to normal—no boobs or butt showing. Then, I open the door.
There’s a man and woman standing there—both dressed much like Brock and I are, like they’ve just been out to dinner.
She’s younger than him, and they’re both pretty drunk. They’re pawing at each other as they stand there in the corridor, ignoring me until I clear my throat.
“Can I help you?” I ask, firmly and loudly.
They look up, and yep, they’re both completely wasted. The guy stares blearily at the room number, and looks surprised.
“Oh, shorry,” he slurs. “We got the wrong room. C’mon Chloe, my room is jusht down here a little.”
She giggles and follows him dutifully down the corridor. The two of them are quite a sight, stumbling and slurring their way along. It would be funny if it wasn’t kind of sad.
I’m just about to close the door and go back when I see them stop. They’re still within hearing distance, and the guy is so drunk anyway that he’s practically shouting.
“Listen, Chloe, we gotta keep this . . . keep this quiet, okay? You can’t tell anyone. If my wife finds out I’m messing around with my assishtant, there’ll be hell to pay.”
