Page 37 of Bastard

The pressure on my dick felt good. “Careful. You said you only had a minute.”

She wiggled again. “I may have changed my mind.”

My dick went from interested to extremely interested. “What are you looking for exactly?”

“Relief.” Sam took a long deep breath in, then let it out just as slowly.

I reached around, pressing into her skirt near where her clit should be. “This kind of relief?” Then I brushed her hair out of the way with my nose and nibbled on her exposed neck.

She groaned. “Yep. That’s the kind.”

This was most excellent news. “You have any meetings I need to hurry up for?” I began working her skirt up.

“Nope. Georgia was my big meeting. I came back here to get to work on the things we discussed.”

I hooked my fingers around her panties and pulled down, down, down until she kicked out of them. I tucked the dainty garment into my pocket so it wouldn’t get lost. Then I adjusted my raging erection so it wouldn’t hurt so much while trapped in my pants. My other arm was mostly immobilized under Sam, but I was able to maneuver enough to begin unbuttoning her blouse.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Having sex?”

“The door is right there! Anyone could walk in and see my boobs hanging out!”

Because that was significantly different than seeing her skirt hiked up around her hips? “Does anyone simply walk into Samantha Stroman’s office?”

“Well no.”

“Then,” I tugged on her earlobe with my teeth. “Enjoy the mostly unlikely danger of possibly getting caught fucking your bodyguard in your office.”

“More like my bodyguard is fucking me.”

“I aim to please.” The cups of her bra came down and there was Sam, tits out and skirt up in her fancy office.

So fucking hot.

“Oh Jace,” she sighed as I began to lightly pluck at her nipples. Her eyes fluttered closed.

I kept nibbling on her neck and earlobe as I watched my fingers begin to tug and pinch, her nipples growing harder and more erect. “If anyone walked through that door, the first thing they’d see is this.” I gave them a tug.

She moaned.

“Shhh. Don’t want anyone hearing us.”

“Do you need help with your pants?” She fumbled around until she found my best.

“I wouldn’t mind it.” Each time she missed, she brushed my cock. It felt good. She could take all the time she needed.

But she was a shockingly good blind undresser. I let go of one nipple and helped shimmy my pants down a few inches and free my erection, which I promptly slid between her legs in search of heat and warmth.

“Yes, there!”

I slid inside just an inch. Maybe two. But it was enough. “This is so hot, Sam. I love it.” Not the potential for getting caught or even the related exhibitionism, mostly I found the “let’s drop everything and fuck because I need you” part the sexiest.

“You’re in just the right spot,” she gasped.

At this angle I must be shoving the head of my dick right at her bundle of nerves. “Let me feel those inner muscles of yours.” I gave her nipples one long, slow tug, elongating them. Her channel clamped down on me. I shoved inside a little more.

Sam gasped. “There! Right there!”

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