Page 87 of Bad Situation

Or ten.

Right now, I’m thanking the blow job gods that her breakfast was cancelled and I don’t give a shit if I’m late to work. I look down my chest and abs and see nothing but wet chestnut hair glued to her head from the shower and my cock that’s disappeared into her mouth.

I left her bed this morning while she slept. But when I was about to flip off the shower and grab a towel, she appeared in front of the thick glass door in nothing but her panties. Her eyes weren’t tired when she gazed into mine with promises of lips, tongue, and—what I didn’t know at the time—zero gag reflex.

After joining me, she fit her body to mine and pressed her lips to my left pec before dropping to her knees, sending me to a place best described as euphoria that only exists in places like tropical islands or, maybe, the Bible.

With one hand on the shower wall, I dip the other into her hair and take over. “Dreamed of fucking your mouth, but it didn’t even touch the real thing.”

I groan and she digs her nails into my ass cheeks where she’s holding on. When I thrust into her mouth, she takes me as if I haven’t fed her in days. My cock hits the back of her throat and it’s all I can do not to come. I’d kill just for a few more moments between her sweet, plump lips.

I can’t take my eyes off her. “Spread your legs and play with yourself.”

Her brown eyes shoot to mine and her mouth goes slack around me.

My hand in her hair squeezes and I nod. She exhales around me, but does as I say and shifts her legs. I know the moment her fingers hit her clit—her eyes fall shut and she sucks, as if going down on me while she plays with herself is better than her closet full of shoes.

The more she works herself, the more erratic her suction is. She’s losing control and this only spurs me on more.

I’m close. “You want me to come in your mouth or your pussy?”

Her only answer is her nails biting deeper into my skin so hard, she’s sure to leave a mark.

She wants it.

When I come, I come hard and she doesn’t hesitate. She takes it all and I feel her swallowing—milking every last drop I have to offer. Barely giving myself a chance to recover, I pull her to her feet and put her hands to the wall. With my semi-hard cock pressed into the small of her back, I reach around and feel how wet she is, and it has not one thing to do with the shower. She spreads her legs for me and I barely get a chance to play with her when she starts to buck—the most erotic sight I’ve witnessed on this earth.

As she falls apart in my arms, I move to the bench in her sweet shower that’s big enough to host a small Superbowl party and pull her onto my lap. She’s like dead weight and if she hadn’t slept all night and just come hard, I’d think she was still tired.

“Sorry about your ass,” she mumbles into my neck.

I lean back onto the stone and pull her in tight. “I’ll gladly wear your claw marks if you suck me off like that. I like the way you keep your promises.”

She smiles against my skin. “I need to get to work.”

I run my fingers up her back. “Can you work from home?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve been out so much lately, I’m behind.”

I sigh and hold her bare body to mine. “Any chance you can get your new security detail to stick with you all day?”

Her body wakes up and it’s like I didn’t just give her an orgasm. She pushes away and sits up straight. “Why?”

“You were tired last night and I didn’t want to get into it. The feeds to the security cameras were tampered with around four yesterday morning. They were stopped. My guess, remotely. The time stamp on the camera skips almost five minutes. That’s when someone got into your office.”

Her face falls. “Holy shit.”

“A guy named Nicholas Sanders from IT keyed his way into the building at that time. I’ve got his profile pulled up on my computer. You need to have security call him in and question why he was there at that time.”

She nods. “I’ll have them take care of it first thing.”

“You might think you’re safe at work, but you shouldn’t take any chances. Keep your detail with you all day. And I don’t mean the older guy who drives you around—I’m talking the ex-Secret Service agent. He can sit outside your office, but I don’t want you moving around your building without him, even with everyone walking through the metal detectors. Someone’s nervous and that’s making them desperate.”

She closes her eyes and leans into me. “This is exhausting.”

“I wish I could be there with you myself, but I need to tread carefully with the internal case open on me. With the focus on Newman, I’m counting on mine going away sooner than later.”

She pushes the wet hair out of her face. “I’m sorry.”

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