Page 46 of Chilled and Thrilled

He vanishes back the way we came, and I stroll around his desk, smirking as I plop down in his fancy chair. It’s completely irrational, given how serious Bram has proven to be about our relationship, and yet, I can’t help feeling like I’m breaking the rules by sitting here.

This train of thought leads me to other rule-breaking fantasies I’ve had that are set in this very room. We just had sex like two hours ago, but I find myself squirming as a dangerous possibility occurs to me. After all, when will we have the chance to be totally alone in this building again? Even late at night, there is almost always some overachieving architect hunched over their computer, trying to impress Bram or Holden. Now, with the building closed for the holidays…

Grinning to myself, I get to my feet, kicking off my boots and stripping off the coat and fresh set of clothes we picked up at my apartment on the way here. I’ve only just shoved the whole jumbled mess under Bram’s desk and hopped up right beside the keyboard when footsteps signal the return of the man himself.

My heart flutters as Bram reenters the room, his eyes glued to a very legal set of documents, serious concentration frown in place. “Alright, we can get going, I think,” he tells me absently, flipping a page as he halts five feet away, oblivious to the naked woman on his desk.

I have to press my lips together to keep from laughing. “Are you sure? Nothing you want to do first?”

Another page flip, and a disapproving sigh. “Marty is lucky it’s holiday break, otherwise I’d call him in to fix this.”

“Maybe you should put down the work, Mr. Vogel.” Something in my tone must divert his one-track mind, because Bram glances up, and does a double take. I smirk as the contracts fall to his side. “Can I help take your mind off things?”

With a throaty chuckle, Bram tosses the papers onto the corner of the desk, his fingers moving to the buttons on his coat. “This is very unprofessional, Miss Nelson.”

Biting my lip, I gaze at him from beneath my eyelashes. “So… You don’t want to?” My voice is shy and tentative, playing the part of the much younger employee who isn’t sure if all those looks her boss gives her mean anything. Not a stretch, considering that’s exactly who I was this time last week.

Bram tosses his coat onto the chair, his eyes roaming over my body. Without a single word, he rounds the corner of the desk, coming to stand before me. My thighs are pressed together, and I suck in a ragged gasp when Bram reaches out, easing them apart.

Is it hot in here?

“Oh, I want to. You’re a beautiful young woman, Miss Nelson. I’m only human,” he rumbles, running his hands over my hips and up to tease my nipples, which have tightened and pebbled in the chilly office air. “We could both get into a lot of trouble for this, though.”

Sighing, I arch into his touch as my inner walls clutch desperately at nothing, aching to be filled. “I promise not to tell, Mr. Vogel. Please fuck me? I need it so bad.”

Bram lets out a dark laugh, and one arm snakes around my waist, holding me up so the back of my head doesn’t hit thedesk. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it between his teeth. My moan is loud and shameless, echoing off the glass walls.

“You see, this is what I’m worried about, sweetheart,” Bram murmurs, switching to the other side. “I don’t think I can trust you to be quiet. We can’t have anyone hearing what a horny little thing you are.”

My hand drifts to his belt, pulling it free from the loops as he watches with gleaming eyes. “I’ll be quiet,” I promise, almost panting with how badly I need him to fuck me now. There’s no acting involved in this part, no need to pretend. “Please,” I beg, reaching into his pants to grasp the base of his hard cock, stroking him.

“Fuck,” he spits, pushing my hands out of the way so he can shove his boxers down, allowing his length to bob into the air between us. The thick, flared head is already shiny with pre-cum, proof of just how affected by this he is, and I wiggle to the edge of the desk. I wrap my legs around his hips, opening myself up as he guides his tip through my slit, both of us already panting.

“Please,” I plead, my voice breaking as he presses against my entrance, only to pull away. We’ve had more sex in the last two days than I have in the rest of my life combined, and it’s still not enough.

Our moans come in unison as Bram eases forward, entering me in a single, slow, controlled thrust. “Christ, you’re incredible,” he grunts, pausing when he’s balls deep, and easing back a little so we can both see how tightly my pussy is clinging to his base. “Is this what you wanted, Miss Nelson? Did you want this pussy filled by your boss’s fat cock?”

His words make something twist deep in my belly, and wetness floods over his length, easing the way as he rocks in and out, and at this angle, his tip nudges the very deepest part of me.

“Yes,” I admit with a moan as the wet slap of skin grows louder, Bram fucking me faster. “It feels so good. I needed it so bad.”

“I know you did, sweetheart. Hold still, alright? Let me use you hard.” His voice is strained as I do as he asks, clinging to him while his hips snap faster, setting a deep, punishing pace.

My head falls back as the muscles below my belly button tighten, heat spreading outward from my core. Knowing Bram, he’s not even close to done with me, but I’m going to come any second. Forgetting my promise to be quiet, my cries grow louder, punctuated by Bram’s low, masculine grunts of pleasure.

“Well, well, well. This is a surprise.”

My heart shoots into my throat at the sound of the male voice behind me, one that most definitely does not belong to the man between my legs. I squeal, burying my face in Bram’s neck as he gathers me close, his muscles tense. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Hazarding a peek over my shoulder, my face floods with heat at the sight of the familiar man leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and smirking.

“Hey, Sophie,” Holden says casually, as though I’m not naked and his business partner’s dick isn’t currently inside me. “Did you have a good Christmas?”

I splutter, looking up at Bram, who is glaring daggers at his business partner. “Get the fuck out!”

Holden ignores him, eyes bright with amusement. “I’m just surprised, Bram! I thought nothing was going to happen.”

A hysterical giggle bursts from my lips as I look back and forth between the two. This might be the weirdest, sluttiest situation I’ve ever found myself in, and I’m kind of proud.

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