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Theo sighed, holding me close. “Feeling you come… fuck, Allison.” The moment I bent forward over the desk (because Ihadto lay down) he took over. Pumping into me harder and faster until he found his orgasm, too. It was incredibly satisfying, even if it was at work.

Maybe evenbecauseit was at work. I didn’t want to think about all the things that said about me, so I pushed it out of my head along with the hundred other things I was casting aside today. I could think later.

Theo removed his condom and tossed it into one of those tiny office trashcans still filled with crumpled up paper, then quickly pulled his trousers back on. I waited to see what he was going to say or do next because, quite frankly, he usually surprised me. And I liked being surprised.

Once he was all put together he pulled out my panties and knelt down in front of me. Slowly, silently, he took one heeled foot and then the other, sliding them up my legs, under my skirt, and into position. It was like the dirty version of Prince Charming putting a glass slipper on Cinderella’s foot.

Except Theo was no Prince Charming and I was no Cinderella.

He stood up and smoothed down my skirt, then took my face in his strong hands, tilting my chin up for a kiss. “Thanks for meeting me,” he said in that deep, rough voice he always seemed to fall into when he was either truly happy or relaxed.

“Thanks for the orgasm.”

He nodded once and finally kissed me. Hard. Hard enough to give me red, swollen lips. The kind that I’d secretly wear as a badge of honor on my way back to work.

Chapter 9

“Oh god…” I moaned. Theo had taken his promise about the conference table very seriously and now I was laid out on his dining room table about to come.

His fingers slid in and out like they were gliding along silk. His tongue… okay, I confess I don’t know exactly what the hell his tongue and lips were doing to my clit. All I knew was that it felt damn good and I was seeing stars. Theo was really, really good at oral sex.

And I was really, really happy about that.

“You know,” he growled. “You look even better naked on a table than I imagined.”

My nipples hardened at the reminder that I was very exposed in the middle of his apartment. The windows that looked out over the street had no covering and the lights were on low. It was quite possible some stranger was getting a show.

“Oh, I like when your nipples do that,” he said, leaning over the table to take one into his mouth. The light suction shot from my nipple to my core and I bucked. His hand went with me, pressing against my clit with the heel of his hand. “I like when you respond like that, too.”

Was I ever going to come? Was this my fault or his that I was so strung out but not quite there? “I’m going to torture you for this, I swear it…” I gritted out.

He actually laughed. Softly. Like he was aroused by that promise. “Oh really?”

Then he slid me to the edge of the table and turned me over as if I didn’t weigh a thing. He stretched out my arms with his so that from the waist up I was pressed into the table. It was cold and smooth and just the right amount of shocking. This position placed my ass up and my knees down.

Theo knelt behind me, taking my ass in his hands and spreading my cheeks. It exposed my swollen, needy sex to the air. “I want to taste how badly you want me.” And then he ran his tongue from my clit to my core, plunging his tongue inside and lapping me up with the slow, deliberate strokes of his warm tongue. “Mmmm…” he said. “The best dessert known to man.”

And then he fucked me with his tongue until all I could do was whimper his name.

When my body was done quaking from the eternity of pleasure bestowed upon me by my very giving fuck buddy, he finally unzipped his pants, unbuttoned his shirt and joined me in the nudity club.

But before he could say or do anything else I was on my knees in front of him, holding his cock in my hands. I knew exactly how I wanted to take care of Theo and he was just going to have to like it. “You, Mr. Sutherland, have a very nice cock.” It was such a perfect size to run my fist up and down.

“Why, my dick and I thank you.” He grinned all the way up until I wrapped my mouth around his cock and slowly slid my mouth down his length. His grin disappeared and became a look of complete ecstasy.

Hell, yeah.

I wanted to make him shake the way he made me shake. I wanted to imprint myself on his brain so he never forgot who made him feel like this. I was a possessive lover, to say the least.

So I tortured him exactly the way he tortured me. I pleasured him one spot at a time, bringing him right up to the brink of orgasm without letting him go over. I massaged, sucked, and licked. The head of his cock got special treatment because I loved the way it fit into my mouth.

And he liked that, too.

I memorized that trick.

But it wasn’t until his thighs were trembling beneath my hands that I gave it to him all at once. Hard and fast, until he came with a very satisfying groan.

He stumbled into a chair and threw his head back like he was on a high. A sex high. Provided by me.

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