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“Then we’ll prove it anyway.”
I grin. “You sound like you almost enjoy working with me.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “Don’t push it.”
“I pushed it the other night. In fact I pushed into you many times. And from what I recall, you loved it.”
“Love is a strong word, Dane.” She quipped. “Don’t oversell yourself.”
“I’m not.” I say.
“You know this is wrong.” She says. “If they found out we were… together, heads would roll…”
“Fuck the rules.” I say. “We both know it’s forbidden, but we’re adults, and we know what we want.”
She rolls her eyes. I watch her as she leans over the table, her tight jeans hugging her ass perfectly. She’s bent over, going through the video files, and I can't help but imagine what itwould be like to bend her over that table and fuck her right here, right now. She looks up and catches me staring. "See something helpful to the case, Presley?" she asks, a smirk playing on her lips.
"I see something I want," I reply, my voice low and husky. She raises an eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes. "And what's that?"
"You," I say, stepping closer. "I want you, Aria. I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight."
She stand up, her body inches from mine. "You know it's against the rules, Presley. We could get in serious trouble."
"I seriously don't give a fuck about the rules right now," I growl, my hands gripping her hips. "I want you, and I know you want me too. I don’t give a fuck about your boss. I don’t give a fuck about my boss. I don’t give a fuck about these casinos. The only thing I give a fuck about is fucking you. Once is not enough. Once will never be enough, Aria.”
I turn her toward me, pressing her body against the table. My hands roam over her curves, squeezing her ass before sliding up to her breasts. She moans softly, pushing back against me. I can feel her heat, her need. I grind my hard cock against her, letting her feel what she does to me.
I lean down, my lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Her hands grip the edge of the table, holding on as I ravage her mouth. My hands slide under her shirt, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasps into my mouth. I trail kisses down her neck, biting and sucking at her skin. She tastes so fucking good.
I pull back, my breath ragged. "I want to fuck you from behind, Aria. I want to see that perfect ass of yours while I pound into you."
She looks back at me, her eyes dark with desire. "Then do it.”
I spin her around, bending her over the table. I pull her jeans down, revealing her lacy thong. I run a finger along the edge, feeling her wetness. "Fuck, you're so wet for me," I growl, slipping a finger inside her. She moans, pushing back against my hand.
I pull my finger out, sucking it clean. "You taste so good, Aria. I could eat you all day."
I undo my belt, my cock springing free. I rub the head against her pussy, coating it in her juices. I tease her clit, making her moan and squirm. "Please, Presley," she begs. "Fuck me."
I grin, slapping her ass. "Patience, Aria." I line up my cock, pushing into her slowly. She groans, her body tensing as I fill her. I start to move, slow and steady, letting her feel every inch of me.
"You have a perfectly tight little pussy, Aria. And you know what? From here on out, it’a all mine. No one touches you here, not even you, understand?” I groan, picking up the pace. I grip her hips, pulling her back onto my cock. She meets my thrusts, pushing back against me. The table creaks under us, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room.
“Tell me you heard me, Aria!” I demand.
“I hear you!” She roars back.
“Tell me you belong to me.”
She’s panting harder than ever.
I reach around, my fingers finding her clit. I rub it in tight circles, making her moan and gasp. “Cum for me, Aria," I demand. “Tell me you belong to me while you cum all over my cock."
“No!” She finally gets out.
“Yes!” I demand as I start to fuck her harder. “Tell me you’re mine or I’ll take my dick out of you right now and beat any man that comes within a yard of you.”
She smiles. “I belong to you, Presley”
