Page 59 of One Taste
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you.” The buckle of his belt jingles as he works it. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll scream my name loud enough for them to hear over at the Empire State Building.”
I wiggle my ass teasingly. “You and those promises…” The crack of his smack on my ass reverberates around the room and my core weeps for his cock. “Now, Sebastian…”
“Patience, princess,” he admonishes as I hear the ripping of foil. A moment later, his strong hands grip my hips. In one hard thrust, Sebastian impales me with his cock.
“Fuck!” The nine-inch invasion feels like the best kind of torture. My body doesn’t know whether to cry in pain or cry out in joy.
“Is this what you wanted, Devin?” he asks, plowing into me while slamming his hips into my ass with every stroke. “You wanted me so deep inside you that you don’t know where you end and I begin, right?”
He pulls my hips against him, twisting his pelvis and hitting a spot so far inside me I didn’t know it existed.
“Oh, God.” I moan and try to find something to grab onto. My hands slide across the glass until I reach the end of the table and find Brooks’ thighs. I dig my nails into him with no remorse as the beginning of my next orgasm builds.
“Not God, princess,” the cocky motherfucker says as he reaches a hand around to my front to flick my clit. “I’m pretty damn close, though.”
He strums my nub like it’s a six-string guitar, and in a matter of seconds, my body is wound tight, ready to detonate.
“Go ahead,” Sebastian growls. “I want my cock covered in your pussy. I want your sweet juices dripping on me before we’re done. Come now, Devin.”
My traitorous body listens to his every command as I come harder than I ever remember before. Wave after wave of intense pleasure ravages through me like an out-of-control tidal wave.
The skin at my hips burns as Sebastian digs his fingers into my flesh while chasing his own release. As he finds it, he moans my name.
My lips tingle from all the panting, and I lie on the glass table trying to catch my breath while I enjoy the post-coital bliss.
Sebastian clears his throat behind me, and reality comes crashing in.
What the fuck have I just done?
Devin
The weight of my actionssits on my chest like a ton of bricks.
Oh, my God.
I slept with him.Again.
At fucking work. Where anyone could have heard. Or seen. On the damn conference room table.
He has a fucking girlfriend!
What is wrong with me?
“I don’t know why you fought that so hard,” he says from behind me. “We’re amazing together.”
Pushing up from the table, I straighten to my full height and pull down my skirt. The satin material is wrinkled as shit, but I try my best to smooth it down.
Turning around, I stiffen my shoulders and hold my head high. “That is never happening again, Sebastian.”
He cracks a smile and I want to take a sledge hammer to his perfect white teeth. “I’ve heard that before.”
“Well, hear it again and hear it good. That. Is. Never. Happening. Again.” I speak the words slow to facilitate his understanding since he doesn’t seem to speak the same language I do.
His smile widens. “Why are you so grumpy, princess? Were two orgasms not enough? We can head back to my place and try for a few more.”
I grab my files off the corner of the table where Sebastian placed them earlier and turn before reaching the door. “I wouldn’t do that again with you if my vagina depended on it. I’d rather it turn inside out and fall off than fuck you again.”
His face falls. “What did I miss? You were just as into it as I was. What the hell is going on, Devin?”
