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Her thighs tighten for a brief moment before going lax as her orgasm hits her. I pull my hand away, moving to lick her juices as she rides the wave of pleasure. I take in every last drop, lapping it up until she is a twitching mess.

At some point, she must’ve lain back. She’s spread out on my desk, documents and pens strewn about in the chaos. I don’t give a fuck. I reach for my wallet and pull out the condom I keep there, ripping the foil. I tear off my boxers, relieving my heavy cock.

I swirl the pre-cum over my head, biting my lip. I give it a few strokes, admiring her spent form. Thighs glistening with her cum, chest heaving with heavy breaths, tits lifting with the movement. I wish I could take a picture of this exact scene—I’ll just have to settle for committing it to memory.

I roll on the condom and then grip her thighs, dragging her body farther forward and lining her pussy up with my cock before taking her in one smooth stroke. Her back arches off the table with a gasp as I groan at the feeling of her sweet heat around my dick.

I pump into her and watch as her hand feels around my desk for some sort of purchase. She grips the edge of the desk, head bowing up as she looks at me with that perfect O-shaped mouth.

“Look how well you take me.”

Her eyes dip to where we are connected, and we watch the way my cock disappears into her cunt over and over. My short, hard pumps push her right to the edge, filling her to the hilt. Her legs wrap around my ass, forcing me to go even deeper.

I groan at the pure heaven.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze me. Fucking take it.”

The desk shakes as I continue pounding her, her tits bouncing with the movement. I could do this all day. The tightening of my balls, however, says otherwise. I rut into her senselessly, jerking my hips so hard that my balls slap against her ass.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I grind out, my hands digging into the soft flesh at her hips.

“Come. Come for me, babe. Fill me.”

Her words send me over the edge, my hips straining against her as black spots fill my vision. Pure euphoria takes over as I hit my release, nothing but the thought of my twitching cock in her pussy.

Sweat drips down my back as I struggle to catch my breath. I’m still sheathed inside her, not wanting to remove myself from her heat.

I give in to my temptation, wrapping my hands around her shoulders and lifting her so her chest is pressed against my pecs. She subconsciously wraps her arms around my neck, so I movemy hands to her ass and hoist her up, keeping us connected as I move to my office chair and sit down.

She’s perched perfectly in my lap, her pussy still taking my dick as we rest there.

Skin to skin, breath to breath.

Nothing but our pulsing heart beats.

She nuzzles against my neck, resting her head on the slope where my collarbone is. I run a finger down the line of her back, feeling her shiver in response.

“You should come over for lunch more often.”

She lets out a laugh, and it causes her pussy to tighten. I groan at the feeling, part of me wondering if there is any chance we could go for another round.

“Want to eat those sandwiches before I leave?”

I wrap my arms around her back, squeezing her closer to me. A selfish part of me relishes the way her tits press against my chest.

“Can’t I keep you like this?”

“Fine, a few more minutes.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

VERITY

Ireally hope no one can tell I just had sex.

I spent a solid ten minutes in the bathroom at Cullen’s office, fixing the smudged mascara under my eyes and brushing out my hair into a new ponytail. I even had to ask his assistant if I could borrow her hairbrush, which was totally embarrassing because she one hundred percent knew we just banged.

I mean, it’s not like his office is soundproof. I am just grateful she was the only other person present. I’ll have to bring her a coffee or Danish or something the next time I come over.

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