Page 37 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
He kisses me back like he owns me. Rough, greedy,his.Then, he spreads my legs wide and slams into me with one hard, claiming push.
I cry out, my head snapping back as his towering six-foot-four frame crashes down over me, pinning me beneath him in the best fucking way. I arch up instinctively as his weight presses down, trapping me right where I want to be, helpless under all that hard muscle and heat. His chest crushes to mine, smothering me in, his arms caging me in so tight it feels like I can’t escape even if I wanted to. One big hand finds my wrists and slams them over my head, holding me down with a bruising grip that makes my pussy clench hard around him. He fucks me deep, each ruthless thrust of his hip making my eyes roll back, each stroke a filthy claim. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin echoes around us, addictive. And every time he grinds in further, bottoming out, my whole body shudders, desperate for more.
All I can do is hold on.
“Look at me,” he growls, voice clipped, commanding. “This time, I want those pretty eyes on me when you make that sweet mess on my cock.”
His breath burns against my cheek. “Yeah, that’s it,” he pants, as he pounds into me. “Look at you, taking me so well.”
And by the time he groans, I’m not even sure I can walk. Pretty sure I won’t. Not anytime soon.
His words send me spiraling higher. I’m already right there, hanging on by a thread, and then I feel it. His whole body stiffens, muscles lock tight, and a rush of heat floods me. Even through the condom, I feel it.
“Ahhh…” His moan vibrates straight through me, and we collapse together, sweaty, gasping, hearts beating in sync. I’m trembling beneath him, every nerve lit up like it’s still happening.
He brushes a kiss against my cheek. “Well,” he huffs, grinning through the aftershocks, “that was one hell of an interview.”
And just like that, the spell breaks. His words hit me like a bucket of ice water, dragging me straight out of my pleasure-drunk haze.
Interview.
Jesus.
Regret slices through the euphoria like a skate blade.
I shove him off me and scramble up, still naked except for my damn heels, panic bubbling hot and fast in my chest.Shit.
“Did I do something wrong?” Andy asks, looking genuinely confused, worried, even.
“No… yes. I don’t know,” I blurt out, shaking my head as I snatch for my clothes. “Look at what we just did.”
And I can see it hit him, too. That slow dawning of reality as he starts pulling his clothes back on, eyes flicking away.
My hands shake as I grab my crisp, professional suit, the one I picked specifically to keep things above board, and yank it back on like I’m racing against time. That’s when I realize—
My panties are missing.
And I know exactly where they are. Oh, no. They’re not lost.
Andy smirks, pats the pocket of his pants, and hits me with a wink that's pure trouble. “Thanks for these, darlin’.”
God. I don’t have the energy, or the sanity, to fight him on it. I just focus on getting dressed as fast as possible, smoothing my hair down in the nearest mirror, my hands shaking so bad I can barely keep hold of my notes.
Then there’s a knock on the door, followed by the unmistakable jingle of keys.
“Is anyone in there?” a man’s voice calls out.
Shit.
“Yeah, I’ll be right out,” Andy yells, signaling me to slip into the corridor leading to the storage area.
“What do I do?” I whisper.
“Has to be good ol' Max from maintenance. I’ll lead him to the shower area and fake a clogged drain. Then you sneak out,” he explains, voice low.
"Fine." I head that way and peek around the corner. Seriously, it's come to this? I can't believe I'm sneaking around like a kid trying to hide from her parents.
He moves quickly to the door and opens it. “Oh, hey Max. Didn’t realize I locked this thing. Was on the phone. Distracted, probably.” He flashes a smile, trying to play it cool.
