Page 74 of Business Casual

Resting his forehead against mine, he let out a rough breath. “Tell me to stop, Imani.”

A dull ache formed in the depths of me. “What if”—I let my hands wander over his shoulders and then I undid two more buttons, fully exposing my bra— “I don’t want you to stop?”

He looked at me hungrily as he brushed the swell of my breasts. His fingertips moved over the fabric until he made contact with my nipple. The sensation rippled through me.

“You know we can’t do this here,” he breathed, squeezing my flesh.

I was no longer thinking about anything but the pleasure I needed from him. “If we’re quick and quiet we could…”

Surprised, his fingers stilled in the center of my chest. “Imani.”

“Yes?”

He pressed against me so that I could feel his excitement. “Don’t play with me,” he warned. “After the day I’ve had, there’s nothing I would want more than to bend you over that table.”

I was throbbing. “Then do it.”

His chest rose and fell twice before he spoke. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.” Holding his gaze, I took his hand from my hip and placed it between my legs, letting him feel how wet I was. “I’m serious.”

Before the words fully left my mouth, he crashed his lips into mine. I gasped as his soft lips overpowered me. With one hand around my neck and the other pulling my panties off, I moaned into his mouth.

Frenzied kisses only accelerated the rate in which my hands slid down his body. Not bothering to unbuckle his belt, I quickly unzipped him. He groaned into my mouth as I reached into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

Pulling away from me, he turned me around and placed my hands flat on the glass. I trembled with desire as the anticipation of what he might do kept building.

He kissed the space right behind my ear before trailing kisses down my neck. “Spread your legs,” he demanded.

I did as I was told but my panties bound my ankles and restricted the distance.

“That’s good,” he groaned. Taking a step back, he placed his hand in the center of my back, bending me over. He yanked up my dress, grabbing my exposed hips tightly and pressed his dick against me.

I sucked in a sharp breath. His touch was electrifying as he slid across the most sensitive part of me. Eyeing him over my shoulder, I watched as he rubbed himself against my wet opening.

“Tre,” I moaned, pushing back against him in an attempt to feel more of him.

Gripping my hips, he held me steady. “You really want to come on my dick in my office?” he breathed as I felt him lining up against me.

“Yes…”

“Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you— God yes…” I moaned as he pushed himself into me.

“Shit,” he swore, digging his fingers into my skin as he restrained himself.

I was so wet that the pressure of him stretching me caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head. The deeper he got, the closer I felt to him. He was pushing me to the brink, and we’d just started.

He let out a low guttural noise and stopped moving. He ran his hands up to my breasts, pinching my nipples through my bra and then returned his hands to my ass. “You feel so fucking good.”

I shuddered as I gave into the ecstasy of being completely filled.

Grinding my hips against him, I worked myself up and down his shaft. The rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing coupled with the sound of my wetness, intensifying the moment for me.

With my palms squeaking against the glass with each thrust, I let my head dangle languidly. He moved in and out of me until I felt the tension tighten my entire lower body.

“Fuck, Imani.” His voice was hoarse and needy.

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