Page 52 of Executive Benefits

The air around us tightened, and his hand roamed over my back, up my shoulders, and tangled into my hair as it supported the back of my head. “I do,” he growled and brought his lips down on mine with the force of a hammer. I moaned as his tongue beat across mine, opening up every part of myself for him. “Too much, sometimes,” he grunted.

This was just supposed to be a quick visit to snap some pictures and his gravity sucked me in. He always sucked me in. I lovedit, despite being apprehensive. Despite my heart being scared of rushing in and being hurt or ruining things.

He spun me toward the desk and pushed me onto the top. Then he leaned into me, and my legs opened as he pressed his hard cock against my core, with only thin slips of fabric between us as my skirt bunched around my hips. I fought to keep my cry contained to this room, but if anyone was walking by the door, I was positive they would have heard it.

His hands made their way up my skirt, and everything between my thighs was saturated, ready for him to slide into me. He broke the kiss and yanked my panties down my thighs, pulling them over my heels, and shoved them into his pocket. “These are mine now,” he said, lowering me to the desk.

Before I could say anything, he spread my legs and sat in his chair. He rolled toward me, his head diving between my legs, under my skirt.

His mouth met my pussy, and his tongue slid over my clit. I fought harder to keep my scream low. But as his jaw worked over the delicate bundle of nerves, sending flares of electric heat through my system, a long, slow moan fell out.

He lifted my knees over his shoulders and pressed the tip of his tongue into the center of my most sensitive place, and my back arched. My scream, buried under the noise of a jackhammer, let me release the pleasure I was feeling from my throat with no worry someone would walk in or hear.

He stopped and brought his head out from under my skirt. “Good God, woman. You’re freaking dripping for me.” I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he unleashed his cockinto the room, dropping his pants and thrusting into me without a second thought.

The scream he pumped out of me was no longer quiet, and I was positive the construction crew could hear everything. I didn’t care.

His large hand grabbed at my breast, tweaking my nipple as he pushed inside me and drew his dick out of me slowly. Then he thrust again, just to pull out at a snail's pace.

My voice vibrated with the sensation buzzing in my lower half.

I threw my head back and let him fuck me, right and good, and gave him the sounds of passion he delivered to me. I lay there, paralyzed by pleasure, as his dick pinned me to the desk and his fingers found their way under my shirt to ravage my breasts.

“Fuck, Julia. I can’t fucking take it.” He thrust into me harder, and I pulled him down so we were kissing. The movement proved to be just what I needed as the head of his dick rubbed against the sweet spot inside me, and before our lips could meet, a heat flared between my thighs and Nick sent me rocketing to the moon.

He held me to him as I writhed and spasmed over his dick and kept the climax alive far longer than I’ve ever had before. He brought his mouth down to mine and swallowed the scream that came with my orgasm.

Just as the final part of the orgasm drifted away and my limbs slackened, he pressed me back down onto the desk and groaned, his dick spasming inside me. He spilled everything he had into me and started to collapse on me.

My arms threaded around his neck as his body went limp. His spicy scent overtook me, and he buried his face into my neck, kissing and licking at the spots he already knew were sensitive, made even more so by the climax I just had.

When he pulled back, I placed a hand onto his cheek and his fingers slid up my skirt to grab my ass. My eyes flipped shut, and I hummed with the sensation. He dropped his forehead to mine, and I lifted up to kiss him.

Our tongues lapped over each other, not sated, but satisfied for now.

“That was a nice surprise,” I whispered. His sapphire eyes glinted down at me, and a small spark of happiness settled in my heart. He kissed me again with tenderness this time, and his hand cupped my cheek.

When he pulled away, the look on his face was something I wanted to see more of and have in my life. I was positive I’d never seen anyone look at me that way.

But I loved seeing it on his face.

I opened my mouth to say something as he slid out of me, and a new emotion flickered through his eyes. Shock, awe, then guilt.

“Oh, shit,” he said and pulled away completely, and I sat up, reaching for him, but he twisted out of my grasp, zipping and buttoning up his pants.

“What?” I asked, trying to get him to look at me, if not for the very least to get my underwear back.

“Nothing. I’m… I’m sure you have other things—people—to get back to.” He turned his back, and I got off his desk.

“Nick,” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. My eyes stung, realizing that I might have been too late to tell him I’d wanted to be with him.

“No,” he snapped, spinning to me. Hardness filled his eyes. “I’ll see you for the re-opening. We can keep everything else business-related.”

The wrench in my chest was enough to let me know I needed to go. He didn’t want me for anything but sex, and that was "goodbye" sex. I nodded, dropping my hand and leaving without another word.

I was going to be fine, no matter what.

Even if it did hurt for a little while.

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