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Once my shaft is sheathed, I step behind Olivia without speaking, and I see her fingers grip the edge of the desk. Neither of us wants another moment of hesitation, and I don't allow one, yanking her black panties to the side and pushing myself all the way inside, completely overwhelmed by how wet she is.
Olivia lets out a loud gasp that makes me even harder, before saying, “Fuck. Yes, Quinn. Fucking take it.”
I don't need another word of consent. I grip Olivia's hips and begin stroking in and out of her pussy. White wetness immediately coats my cock as I fuck her. I speed up with each stroke until I find myself going all out. Her moans sound as beautiful as I always knew they would, and they’re even better when mixed with my own. Both of us completely let go, and the entire building fills with the sound of our pleasure. If anyone were to walk in or even get near the parking lot right now, they would hear it all, and I don't give a single fuck. I want her more than I want to keep it a secret.
I fuck Olivia ruthlessly. We’re like a toxic couple coming back together after an argument to have the most passionate, volatile sex ever. Every stroke is powerful enough to slide her giant desk forward and send splashes of her wetness all over the place. Sweat drips onto the floor from me and on the desk from her, yet I don't dare stop. I know she’ll have to clean up the mess we make, and that’s fine with me. It will serve as a memory of this moment for her. When Olivia’s hand finds its way between her legs, I know she's going to have another unshakable memory.
“Fuck yeah,” I say, gripping her tighter and somehow still fucking harder now that I know what’s about to happen. “Rub that fucking clit and come all over my cock.”
“Yeah?” she asks. “You want me to come all over your cock?”
I slap her ass, totally lost in the blissful moment. “Fucking come for me, Olivia. I want it all over me.”
Olivia begins rubbing her clit vigorously. “Yeah, you want it all over you? You want me to …”
The sound of her voice trails off as her legs stiffen, followed by her arms and head going still. She freezes with a red face full of tension, totally silent until the moment she erupts with a guttural yell that travels down the hall and splatters against the furthest wall. Watching her implode zaps me of every bit of strength, and I come at the exact same time. I come so hard my fucking toes curl in my shoes and I get a charlie horse in my left leg that nearly forces me to my knees. I hold on to Olivia for dear life until both of us finally come back down to Earth and I pull out.
Olivia slides off the desk, her hair a mess and her face still red from the powerful orgasm. She breathes deeply as she keeps sliding down until she is seated on the floor. I follow her lead and sit down next to her, keeping my cum-filled condom on as my cock continues throbbing, bobbing up and down from the constant rush of blood.
“Fuck,” she says, her eyes on my shaft. “That was … I knew you'd be incredible.”
I breathe hard. “Me? No, that was all you. You're unreal.”
Olivia grins, then her eyes drop down to the carpeted floor and I know she's in deep thought. She's still breathing hard so I know she's satisfied, but now she is distracted by her mind and I'm curious what it’s about.
“Regrets already?” I ask.
She shakes her head and frowns. “Absolutely not. I couldn't regret that if I tried.”
“Then what’s up? Something is clearly on your mind.”
She takes a moment before answering, “You're eight years younger than me, and I'm the CEO of the company you work for. We’ve crossed a line tonight, Quinn. It could be troublesome.”
I nod, understanding exactly where she is coming from but not giving a fuck. “You're right. It could be a problem. Or, it could be as incredible as both of us imagined it would be before tonight ever happened. I know you're married to your career, and I'm focused on mine, too. Neither of us wants drama. But if it’s too much for you, then just say that. I’m not trying to force you into anything.”
“Oh, you say that now,” she says with a big smile. “A little while ago you were telling me to fire you.”
I laugh. “True. But you only did it because you wanted to, and as much shit as I was talking before, you were the one who led the way once we started. I was following your lead, for sure.”
“That’s because … there's a lot that you don't know about me, Quinn.”
“What? Like how you like to be choked? Yeah, I picked up on that one pretty quick.”
Olivia giggles. “Yes, you did, and you did a fantastic job. But there's more to me than just that.”
“And I want to know about it,” I say quickly. “It sounds like you're trying to scare me away, but I'm locked in. I want to know about you, Olivia. I never intended for this to be a one time thing. I'm notthatbig of an asshole.”
“I know,” she says. “And I'm not the kind of girl who is into one-night stands either. I gave into what I wanted and I don't regret it. But I need you to understand something that’s very important. I'm not looking for love, Quinn. I lost my father, the most important person in my world. Emotionally, I'm too muchof a wreck to offer anyone something like love. But I do need relief, and I'm not a normal girl. The type of relief I need is different, and it may take you into darker, deeper waters than you're used to swimming in. If that’s not your vibe, then tell me now. I don't want you to try to make this something it's not. If I feel like you're starting to fall for me, I’ll end it. It’s just where I'm at in my life right now. Okay?”
I don't mean to smile, but I can't help it. Olivia thinks that I won't want to hookup with her without catching feelings. In what world would that be a problem for any man? If that’s what she wants, I'm absolutely on board with that. All I know is that I don't want to ignore this new feeling that’s rushing through me. I want more and more of it, and I want it often. If she wants relief, I’ll relieve the hell out of her. I would fuck this woman to sleep every night if she told me she needed it. So, yeah, there's no chance I'm running from this. I'm absolutely sprinting toward it.
“If that’s how you want it,” I say, still smiling. “Then that’s cool with me. No feelings involved. Just sex.”
Olivia nods. “Right. But did you hear what I said about me being a different kind of girl, and going into dark, deep waters?”
“Of course I did,” I answer. “You think that scares me?”
“I don't thinkanythingscares you, Quinn. But I do think you should reallythinkabout it. The same way I showed you how to choke me—I'd have to show you how to do other things that I need, too. You understand what I'm saying to you?”
