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His answering groan is so primal and needy. He rips my hand free, back to being feral again and shoves his pants down, stepping out of them a moment later.

Pulling me to the edge of the desk, he lines himself up with me perfectly as my fingers find my clit and start to roll it in fast circles.

“No,” he whispers, pulling my hand away and replacing it with his thumb. “You touch yourself when you’re alone and thinking of me. When you’re with me, it’s my job to touch you and get you off.”

Oh my God.

He starts to sink inside and groans. I ache from his width, but it feels so good.

His thumb rolls my clit, using my own juices to make it slick.

He watches himself vanish into my body. I’ve never felt more connected to somebody than I do now.

“There are so many ways I’ve wanted to do this for so long… I want to hold you, press you into a bed, up a wall, watch you as you ride me, but I can’t take my eyes off you. I don’t want to miss a second of this. So I’m going to watch as I fuck you with your legs spread for me, a fucking fantasy come true.”

His words make me blush and whimper with ecstasy all at the same time.

He kisses me gently, savoring my lips as he holds himself inside of me to the hilt.

“Lie back,” he whispers, pressing on my chest with his hand until my back is arched against the cool wood and my hair is fanning around my face. “You’re stunning… and you feel like fucking heaven.”

I smile and squeeze him down below, making his eyes flutter closed.

He starts to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and more powerful. My body rocks on the desk and his thighs slap against my ass cheeks. He hooks my leg over his arm, keeping it high as his thumb circles that tiny bundle of nerves that is making me want to scream out in pleasure.

I’m close already. I can feel every part of his cock as he moves in and out of me and it is so fucking erotic.

He changes his pace and angle making it even more enjoyable.

Then I’m being yanked up again and his lips are on my neck as I pant and mewl. This is too much. I can hardly breathe. I dig my fingers into his back and tangle the rest in his soft hair.

“Kiss me,” I beg, my voice hoarse and wanting.

He obliges, fucking my mouth with his tongue as I battle to stay in control of my body.

“Not yet,” I breathe, feeling that familiar burning… except this feels more like a tsunami of crackling lava in my womb. My body feels weightless as he hammers into me, holding my body tight to him now. His thumb is no longer teasing my clit, yet I feel the tingles still, building and spiraling. There’s just something about close sex, having a body against yours as he fills you up perfectly.

I throw my head back with a moan so loud he yanks me back to his mouth and kisses me until it passes. It takes forever and my body shudders with each powerful wave of my orgasm.

He follows shortly after, choking out a cry that I too smother with my lips.

These offices aren’t known for being soundproof. We can’t risk getting caught.

His thrusts slow, his body jerks, and then he stops completely and holds my body to his and presses his forehead to mine.

“Nine hundred and fifty-eight,” I breathe, and he laughs gently.

“I hope that’s a rating out of ten,” he jests, knowing perfectly well what that number means, kissing me again like he just can’t get enough.

I kiss him back but only for a moment, and then I pull away.

The reality of what we just did hits me as the euphoria ebbs away, taking with it my dignity and bringing with it a wave of pain.

“We have to get back to work,” I sadly point out, feeling my eyes fill with tears as I stand, cringing at the mess between my thighs. I forgot to make him wear a condom. We are so fucking dangerous together. I never forgot with Pax. “You have a meeting in less than eight minutes.”

“Don’t quit,” he begs on a pained whisper, chest rising and falling visibly. “Please… don’t leave me.”

I know he doesn’t mean the office, and is instead talking about something else entirely.

The tears fall and my shame sinks in. He wraps his arms around me from behind, desperate to hold on. But hold on to what?

I accept his embrace and his warmth for as long as time will allow. Then I pull free and enter the bathroom to clean myself up.

Things just got real and in a bad way. Today will mark the day that Mr. Conti cheated on his wife. And today will definitely mark the day that I fell in love for the first time.

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