Page 43 of Ring Me

“I do like food.” Propping my chin on my fist, I eyeballed him as he stood over me. “Let me put this email together, then you can do me the honor of stuffing my face.”

“Stuffing your face,” he growled low. He brought his mouth close to mine and tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. “That's hot. Say it again.”

“Say what, stuff my face?” I giggled, kissing him while typing on my keyboard. I had one eye on the screen to make sure my email made sense. I wanted to send the file to the printer with my family's addresses so the company could handle delivery—one less step for me—but Conner was distracting me. “Come on, give me a second to pull up their contacts and... oh, that feels gooooood...” I moaned openly as he rolled his warm mouth down my sensitive throat.

“Forget the email,” he whispered. He traced a hand over my stomach, then down, forcing my legs apart in the chair. “Send it later.”

“But it's so close to being done.”

“You're closer,” he rasped.

My eyes shut when he suckled on the bare skin between my neck and shoulder. His fingers pulled my blouse further away, exposing more parts of my skin for his tongue to stroke. I gave one final blurry look at my screen, at the email ready to send with the files attached, my instructions messily typed, and gave up. “Fine,” I groaned, grabbing at his hair. “But you better make this good. I'm not known to pick pleasure over business.”

“Yes Ma'am.” His weight held me down in the chair. He was huge, blocking out the overhead lights as he stole the air from my lungs with kiss after kiss. My desire for him trickled through my veins like freshly poured champagne. I tingled, gasping when his teeth raced down my jaw.

Conner's palms left my shoulders. I reached to get them back, but he was busy undoing the top button of my pants; they were ripped down my legs, my bare ass half-slipping off the edge of the chair.

“Have you ever had sex in your office?” he asked me.

“No,” I said honestly.

His eyes twinkled dangerously. I thanked the stars that it was a Sunday morning, meaning no one was scheduled to come in. I'd also locked the main doors, something I didn't normally do. Subconsciously I'd hoped Conner would make a move on me. It felt good to be right.

Looking down at me, he pulled his belt from the loops of his jeans, lowering them until the bulging front of his dark blue briefs was exposed. It thrilled me to watch him jerk himself through the cotton. His strokes were languid, patient, clearly in no rush to end our private moment.

Gripping my panties, I shimmied them down my thighs. He inhaled, nostrils flaring as he saw my pussy peek between my legs. Holding his gaze steady, I lifted my knees, placing them over the arms of the chair.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He jerked himself faster.

Putting two fingers on my pink vulva, I spread myself wide, loving his feral expression. He was barely holding back. A hot, wicked tremble rolled through my body. “What are you waiting for?” I asked him.

Conner shoved his underwear down, his cock bouncing hungrily into the air. He had a condom on it as smoothly as a samurai sheathing a sword. Squeezing the arms of my office chair, he guided his cock-head into my eager pink walls.

I cried out in delight—then he rolled the chair on its wheels, withdrawing his shaft, slamming back into me to the root. It was a fast motion that left me disoriented. My pussy clung to him, so happy to be stuffed. He fucked me like that for a few minutes—using the wheels to glide me onto his hard cock until my vision blurred.

My knees crushed onto the chair arms when my orgasm tore through my body. “Ah!” I cried, trying to gain some control of our speed, but with my feet in the air, I had none. Conner had full control of our bodies. He fucked me through my climax, hunching over me so his heavy breathing swaddled my brain.

Suddenly he lifted me off the chair. He kicked it out of the way, his cock still inside of me as he set me on my desk. “You feel so perfect,” he growled, kissing my forehead. Bracing himself on me, he wrapped my ankles around his lower back, holding them behind him with one hand as the other viced onto the edge of my desk. Everything shook from his desperate thrusts. A tin cup full of pens spilled to the floor; a stack of envelopes fluttered, making a mess, and I didn't care.

“I'm coming,” he panted, hugging me with both arms. I tasted the salty sweat on his throat, heard him hum through his lungs, his heart, as he shot his seed into me. His shaft pulsed, sending me into another climax.

I'd have to check office sex off my bucket list, now.

I sat up, cringing as something sharp dislodged from my ass. “I need a softer keyboard,” I laughed. A loud, trilling noise filled the air. “Oh, shit, my phone is ringing, hang on.” I twisted side to side in search of my pants he'd discarded. Conner crouched, grabbing my jeans, offering them to me. “My hero,” I chuckled.

“Always and forever.”

A tiny, yummy little wiggle went through my body. I liked that idea... him being my hero... “It's my assistant,” I said, eyeing my phone. “Why is she calling me, it's Sunday.” Frowning warily, I felt my stomach start to sink. I had a bad feeling and I didn't know why. “Aubrey?” I asked into the phone.

“How could you?”

I blinked. “What?”

“How could you do this without telling me first!” she yelled so loudly I pulled the phone from my ear. “I though we were best friends!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You're getting married!”

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