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“What do you think?” I twirl around on my silver platform sandals, deliberately shooting him a mischievous smile. I’ve fully embraced the effect I have on Joar. I intend on seducing him before dinner, despite how weirdly formal he was when I called him from the lobby.
I’m nervous about this dinner. I need the connection with him.
Tonight’s a big deal. He’s presenting me as his romantic partner during an important company meeting. I want to make him proud, but I also want to be relaxed.
Orgasms relax me.
As if he’s reading my mind, Joar’s gaze, intense and fiery, finds me. I can’t help but feel a surge of exhilaration.
Hunger in his eyes.
Desire that echoes my own.
He rises from behind his desk, a predator in pursuit of prey. The way he stalks toward me sends shivers down my spine. Ignites a sense of greater anticipation, if that’s even possible.
“You’re fucking perfect.“ His hand, firm and rough, finds its place on my waist, halting my twirl. A soft gasp escapes my lips as his free hand yanks up my dress and he shoves his fingers deep inside me. His touch sends an electric jolt through my entire being.
“Joar,” I breathe, my voice dripping with desire. “I need your cock inside me.”
In response, he pumps his fingers in and out of me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
“Clover…“ His primal growl, agonized and barely restrained, rumbles from deep within his soul. He roughly grabs my chin with his fingers and sucks the side of my neck. His aggression triggers something primal within me, heightening the air of tension between us.
Suddenly, his lips crash against mine, our kiss fueled by an insatiable hunger. The world around us fades into oblivion as his passion envelops me, igniting a fire that blazes through my veins. Our bodies meld together, moving in perfect sync. Our tongues dance in a fierce embrace. The taste of him is intoxicating, I’m drunk.
Drunk with desire for JJ.
Only JJ.
His thumb flicks my sensitive clit. I’m already so aroused, I can’t speak. My keening moans combined with my body’s reaction to his touch are the only things I’m capable of using to express my desire for him.
Stars explode behind my eyes when I come. My knees buckle, but Joar holds me up. Our mouths part. My eyes lock with Joar’s again.
Heavily panting, Joar’s expression is anguished. Longing. “I fucking ache for you,“ he whispers, his voice laced with both desperation and devotion. “You’ve burrowed your way into my soul.”
I lean in, my breath hot against his ear, my voice laced with a seductive, playful whisper. The sunshine to his surliness. “Then fuck me.” I turn and bend over his desk. Lean on my forearms and look back. “Bury your big cock inside me. Give me everything you’ve got.”
In an instant, the world falls away. Joar’s behind me. My dress thrown up and over my waist. Underwear ripped off.
He thrusts his cock, thick and engorged, all the way to the hilt into my soaked pussy. Over and over, he rams himself into me. Cages my shoulders with his arms. Grips my hips so hard, I know I’ll have visible bruises.
In these moments, I’m filled with the man who has given me everything. I wholly surrender to my all-consuming love for him. A love that knows no bounds.
I’m all in.
Balanced on my high heels, my calves burn with every pump of his hips as I become lost in a maelstrom of passion. “Come again. Show me you love me, one last time,” he growls into my ear.
Before I can process what he just said, Joar reaches around and rubs my clit, setting me off again. “JJ….ahhhhhh.” My walls tighten around him, milking him until he spills everything he’s got and more.
When he pulls out, I sense a subtle shift in Joar’s demeanor. He makes sure to secure the hem of my dress against the desk so it doesn’t get messy. “Stay still,” he demands, then disappears behind a door to the side of his desk.
Returning with a towel, tension ripples beneath Joar’s composed exterior. As he wipes our combined release from my pussy and thighs, I can’t help but wonder if his strange mood is somehow connected to me.
A flicker of uncertainty tugs at my heart. “JJ, is something wrong?”
“We need to talk.” Joar’s words are tinged with a mix of apprehension and concern as he finishes cleaning me up. Flips my dress back down.
I stand and turn to face him. My confidence wavers slightly, sensing the weight of the moment. My eyes search his for any indication of what is troubling him. “Just tell me.”
