Page 67 of Sweet Spot

“Oh, I already ate.”

Even better. “Then I should, too.” I moved like lightning to lock the door.

Kate bit her lower lip as she watched me. “In your office, Captain Anson? Really? It’s quite scandalous.”

I sank to my knees anyway, ready to feast. It was amazing how easy it was to forget I was hungry when Kate was on the table—or desk, as it were. “I know some people in high places.” Kate had officially taken Stirling up on his offer. In two weeks she would complete her assignment with us and move over to Stirling’s team, which wouldn’t mean a whole lot except her focus would be on the Mantas, plus all of Stirling’s other companies.

She gasped as I kissed her. “I—I don’t know. This seems like something even I could get in trouble for.”

“Makes it even more exciting.” Weird to find my wild streak now, but Kate did that to me. Besides, no one should be here. Gordo and I were here two hours later than normal. The cleaning crews would be long gone. Security wouldn’t come through here.

Kate was always a surprise and this was no different. She went along with it without missing a beat. I always thought there was a pattern couples fell into. After a few months together it became routine. Touch me here, kiss me there, orgasm complete.

I was very happy to be proven wrong. Aside from her occasional quick orgasms and random rolling need for more, she was also up for some things and then not, while being up for something else entirely. She was a puzzle that was never the same twice. I was starting to think there was no such thing as “regular sex” for us.

Maybe that would come one day, but we weren’t there yet.

She came on my hand and tongue. My desk was just clean enough for her to lie back. Something I had never done in my life was keep a condom on me at all times. I did now. I never wanted to miss an opportunity because I wasn’t prepared. That had served me well five times, including this. I remembered each time in exquisite technicolor detail. My favorite was the quickie at Stirling’s mansion. We were there for some swank dinner. Kate pulled me into a closet and I pushed her up against the wall. She held onto a shelf while I thrust. It was hot and exciting, just like this. The only downside was I came first, but it turned into a frantic chase. Her pressed up against the wall, my dick still throbbing inside her, as I massaged her clit until she couldn’t breathe. We were probably seconds away from it becoming a mess we couldn’t clean up, but somehow it all worked out.

“Insatiable Kate. That’s what I call you in my mind.” She writhed on my desk as I pumped into her.

“No talking. More working,” she gasped.

“But if I don’t talk, how will you know how beautiful you look?”

“Okay. That’s fine. You can talk.”

She had all her clothes on except her panties. She was warm and soft except when she squeezed me tight. The more I massaged her clit, the more she squeezed. It became a game. Getting a response made us both feel good, got us closer to climax.

She arched off the desk, clamping a hand over her mouth as she came. I followed right after her, taking advantage of her last few clenches to send me over the edge. Normally I’d savor this state for at least a few seconds, but since we were in my office, on my desk, I decided to be quick.

Kate rolled off, pulled on her panties, and collapsed in my chair, while I got rid of the condom and tucked back into my pants.

“Well that was fun.” She blew out a stream of air to move the hair out of her eyes. She had the best look on her face: exhaustion mixed with bliss.

And I gave her that.

Hell yeah.

“What are you two still doing here?”

Kate jumped and I froze at the sound of Nate’s voice.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I was just on my way out and saw the lights. I thought I was the last one here.”

I turned slowly after checking that everything was in its place down there. “What are you doing here so late, Nate?”

He blushed. “Honestly? I fell asleep on my desk.”

I took a peek at Kate and found her smiling. “You ready?”

“Yes!” She leapt to her feet.

“We’ll walk you out, Nate.” I held out my hand. Kate grabbed her purse and then took it, hurrying with me to the door.

“What were you working on?” she asked.

“Oh, the combined workout for tomorrow. I’ve never thrown batting practice to a woman before so I was doing research.”

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