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“Hey, wait!” Brock takes a few strides with his long legs and quickly catches up, grabbing me around the waist and staring me in the eyes. “To answer your question, yes, I’ll be waking you up in the morning. That’s just the kind of boss I am. Understanding. Thinks outside of the box. When my assistant needs help, I’m not afraid to roll up my sleeves and get down and dirty.”
My heart skips a beat. “Down and dirty, huh?”
I scrabble for the door handle behind me, trying to somehow get it open. It’s not the easiest of tasks because I’m currently distracted by Brock’s hands running all over my body and his insistent lips crushed against mine.
I break off the kiss for a moment. “Give me a second, Brock, unless you want do it right here in the hallway.”
He pulls away a little, but the naughty gleam in his eyes tells me my words didn’t have the effect I was hoping for. “That sounds like it could be kind of fun.”
“I shouldn’t have given you any ideas.” I laugh and turn around to give the door my full attention—how is this so hard? Then Brock kisses the back of my neck, and my laughter ends with a sharp gasp.
I fumble for my keys with trembling hands and eventually succeed in getting the door open. Brock pounces on me with all he’s got as soon as we’re inside, slamming the front door shut behind him with one foot as he lifts me off my feet and into another passionate embrace.
Without even bothering to turn on any lights, he carries me over to a wall and spreads my legs apart, grinding his already hard cock against me, growling with desire as his lips roam over the sensitive flesh of my neck and upper chest.
In an impressive display of contortionism, he manages to somehow shrug his shirt off as he kisses me. I feast my eyes on his hard, sculpted body, still somehow scarcely able to believe that a guy who looks like this wants little old me.
Less thinking. More fucking.
I take off my blouse and manage to get my bra off, my nipples already pert. Brock’s eyes are drawn to them. He dips his head and hungrily takes them between his lips, nibbling and suckling, gently at first but then more insistent.
He makes deep appreciative noises in the back of his throat as he enjoys my body, and the sound of it spurs me on; I can feel the wetness of my need between my legs.
He sets me down on the floor and pulls off the rest of his clothes, shrugging them off and throwing them to one side in a pile.
I follow his lead, my eyes never leaving his body, drawn to his big, hard cock. In just a little while, I’ll get to have it again, have him again.
He stalks up to me again, both of us naked this time. His ravenous eyes devour me alive. I shiver under the intensity of that gaze, the pure need in his eyes.
He reaches me and pushes me back against the wall again, his insistent fingers reaching downwards, seeking and finding my slick folds.
My eyes roll back, and I whimper as his fingers arrive at my slick, swollen clit.
“Does that feel good?” he asks as his skillful fingers dance between my legs.
“Oh, yes,” I pant. “Don’t stop. Please.”
He rubs me in tiny circles, building me up and up until I’m a quivering, gasping mass of jelly, completely under his control. Every brush of his fingertips sends crackles of electric ecstasy through me.
While his fingers work their magic, his tongue and lips explore the rest of my body. His strong body is pressed against me, the heat of him, the sensation of his hard flesh rubbing against mine . . . I’m overwhelmed by this sensory overload, and all I can do is lean back against the wall and try not to fall into a heap on the floor.
Higher and higher he brings me, up toward my peak. My eyes are closed, and my mouth moves silently, only the occasional whimper escaping from between my lips. At every step of the way, he seems to know exactly what to do, exactly how to keep me just where he wants me.
I can feel my climax building, like a coiled spring low in my belly. I lean my head forward and rest it on his shoulder, panting and gasping, but then he suddenly stops, bringing his hand away from my desperate clit.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “I’m so close.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Brock smirks, desire written all over his gorgeous face. “I’m going to make you come . . . but not yet.”
I whimper in frustration, but that quickly turns into a yelp as he sweeps me up off my feet again in a thrilling display of strength. He carries me effortlessly over to the couch and places me on it, reaching over to one side and flicking on the lamp.
