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Delightful sensations continue to build with each pound of James’ hips against my own. I slide up the desk, my arms hanging over the edge. Never in my life have I been more grateful for large, sturdy office desks. My eyes open and I can see the Philadelphia skyline dotted in blinking lights and stars out the window. James’ hips find a steady rhythm of pound, pull back, wait a moment, then pound again and again. Catching my breath is nearly impossible… until the first wave of my orgasm hits me.
“That’s it, Casey. Find your way back to me.” Undulating my hips, I meet James’ thrusts, our bodies lifting from the top of his desk to slam back down.
“Oh, yes! Yes!” My head rolls back and forth. James wraps his arms around me, holding me close and staying firmly planted inside me. It’s the safest I’ve felt in my life, so much for maintaining my integrity because I’ve literally screwed my morals along with James shamelessly. We kiss slowly, letting our hearts come back to earth, and I’m overcome with giggles at how not awkward I feel splayed out over his desk.
16
James
Her soft giggles tickle against my chest. “What’s so funny down there?” I glance down and see a blush covering Casey from the roots of her hair down to her rosy nipples. It’s the prettiest pink I’ve ever seen. I make a note to find a lingerie set in the exact same shade.
“It’s nothing. I just never expected this.”
“This?”
“You know…” Casey pokes me in the chest. Damn if her finger isn’t asking for trouble. I take the offending digit and nip the tip of it, earning me a soft moan. “I never expected to be thrown down on your desk, papers flying, that kind of thing.”
“I prefer a gentle tossing.”
A buzzing of the phone interrupts us and we both exchange a knowing look. I don’t answer the call, but we both know the real world has interrupted us again and we’ve run out of precious time for this evening.
“I should get ready and head down to the studio.”
“I prefer you stay here.”
“And who would run my show?”
“Let’s make Tucker do it, or call in someone.”
“No, James. I’m not playing hooky. Let me up.” A few playful pushes and she’s dashing off, clothes in hand, back to my private bathroom. When she comes out a moment later, she’s dressed and ready to go.
“Promise to meet me in the lobby afterwards.”
/> “Why?”
“So I can continue to have my way with you. I want to take you to my place tonight.” I tuck loose strands of hair behind her ear and kiss her on the forehead. My only consolation is that she smells like me inadvertently branded.
“All right. Later then.” She smiles and leaves my office.
Once she’s gone, I set about the task of cleaning up the papers. I sit down at my desk, running my hand over the polished wood, remembering her cries of pleasure, looking forward to repeat sessions later.
I have the sound system set to play in my office whenever she is on and I wait patiently for her to go through her introduction. Even though I plan to meet her later, I contemplate a call in to ask her to dinner just to mess with her a little. It’s kind of been our thing since she started doing this. I grab my phone, ready to make the next call so Tucker can put me through.
“Hello, this is Casey Cole, ready to listen to your confession…” Her sweet voice resonates through my speakers, bringing a smile to my face.
“Evening, Miss Cole.”
“How can I help you tonight? A song? A chat?”
“I was thinking about a confession from you instead.”
“Oh…” Casey gives a soft laugh before continuing, “I don’t have much in the way of confessions. Tell me about a song you’d like to hear instead. Maybe a dedication?”
“Sure… I’d like to hear Chris Isaak’s ‘Wicked Game’.”
“Sounds like this song has a story behind it.”
I hear the caller chuckle. It’s an interesting pick for a song. “Yeah, I guess so,” the voice says.
