Page 43 of Mister Rival

“I thought it was a one time thing?” I whisper.

He shakes his head. “Again, something I never agreed to and I’m fairly sure you didn’t, either.”

“We drank a lot that night, who knows what we said.”

“We weren’tthatdrunk,” he says. “But I respect that if you really don’t want to?—”

I lean forward with a sudden impulsive momentum and press my lips to his before he’s even gotten the words out. My arms fold around his broad shoulders and I sigh deep and low as his tongue glides over mine.

“Fuck, Ali.” He leans back in and hoists me up by the waist, and I let out a little cry as he sits my ass down on the table. “Are there cameras in here?” he breathes into my neck, his lips brushing my skin in feather-like strokes.

“A little late to be asking that, don't you think?”

He chuckles into my neck and trails kisses all the way down to my clavicle bone. “Not with what I have planned if you let me?”

My throat runs dry and I want to, so freaking bad. My body hums, my lady parts sing with glee, feeling his erection digging into me. “The only cameras are outside the property,” I breathe, suddenly short on oxygen.

“Perfect.”

“Tristan, we shouldn’t.” I push him slightly but there’s no momentum behind my hand, none whatsoever.I want him.

“Oh, but we should.” His hands reach up to the hem of my skirt; today it’s a peplum style, thankfully a little easier to get into than my usual pencil style. He shimmies it up to my hips and I squeal as he exposes my lace pink panties. His appreciative glance downward tells me he likes what he sees. “If we had time, I’d eat that sweet pussy, but my cock will be jealous.”

I balk and fumble for the buttons on my blouse, there’s something hot about having my underwear exposed without taking all our clothes off. Then my greedy fingers reach down to his belt buckle and he smiles around our hot, wet kisses. I unbuckle it swiftly and push his pants down along with his boxers, too. His cock springs free like a Jack-in-the-box and he licks his lips looking down at my matching pink bra.

“You’re right, someone definitelyishappy to see you,” he murmurs. The heat and lust in his eyes is something so carnal and sexy, my clit throbs just from his face alone. He wants me. He wants me so fucking bad, and I want him.

My hand reaches down to grab his thick length, massaging it up and down before he pulls me to the edge of the table. He dips for a moment to caress my breasts and rub his thumbs over my peaks through the thin pink lace of my bra. His mouth finds each one in turn as he sucks a hard nipple into his mouth with the fabric. He pulls with his teeth and licks with his tongue as I rock shamelessly against the base of his cock.

After a second, he reaches down and places his hand over mine, rubbing him harder.Oh, god. Tilting my hips, I lift my assslightly and he guides his cock to my entrance, where he pushes in deep and hard.

I cry out, rocking back on the table, my papers scattering everywhere. I can feel the grain of the wood under my fingertips as I press back, much like the strong veins in his arms as he grips my waist, rocking my hips with his as we go at it hard and fast. My breasts bounce with the jolts back and forth. This is by far the most outrageous, crazy, unethical thing I’ve ever done, especially on work time. But I can’t think about that now. All I can think about is how good this feels and how hot he is.

His eyes meet mine and that sexy smile turns even more primal as he holds my hips, gripping the material of my skirt in his hands and slams into me wildly. He looks so hot standing at the edge of the table; fully clothed still, except for his dick, driving into me like we’ve been apart for eons. “Fuck, yeah,” he drawls, closing his eyes as we go at it like a couple of teenagers.

“Tris, oh God.” The angle is just right, the base of him rubbing against my sweet spot and the friction from how hard and fast we’re pumping has me ready to go off like a firecracker.

“This is gonna be fast,” he grunts rocking in and out of me, our mouths colliding in a frenzy. “I’m so fucking sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” I pant, the heat around my pussy starts to clench just watching him fuck me so raw on the table in my client’s house. I have actually gone insane. “I’m gonna come—Tristan— Oh, oh—” He rocks even harder and then stills his hips, pulling me deeper onto him as he spills inside me in long, hot spurts. We both cry out, our moans, pants and dirty words combined so I don’t even know which are his anymore and which are mine.

We hold onto each other for a few good, solid moments while we catch our breaths and come down from the aftershocks. He looks so sexy when he loses control, and boy does it make me feel good to know he’s losing it over little old me.

“I hope the table is rented.” He grins, making no attempt to move from inside me. Something I find so sexy, because now, he’s no longer rushing. He bends to rub his nose against mine in a very intimate gesture, maybe even more intimate than being inside me. He kisses me softly and carefully, a damn sight different to how he just fucked me, but I love it. I love it all with him.

“All rented for the staging,” I confirm with a nod, my voice shaky. “I may never be able to look at this table in the same light again.”

He presses another soft, intimate kiss on my temple and smooths my hair with his hands. “Me either.” He slowly slides out of me and I watch him tuck himself back in and buckle up his pants. The jangle it makes and the way he moves still has me throbbing. He leans back in to help me off the table and to put myself back together.

“Should I thank you for stopping by?” I say, almost shyly. Though I’ve got nothing to be shy about.

“Just thank me for the coffee.” He grins.

Tristan

Okay, so it’s fairly certain I can’t be trusted, and when we get together now, we’re explosive.

No longer bickering, fighting or hurling insults at one another, we’re a team. A pretty damn good one.

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