Page 31 of My Hottest Obsession

She’s already starting to strip off her clothes, and I hit a button on my desk, making the glass opaque and the door lock engaged.

I hurry to strip off my suit, and she giggles as I practically tackle her onto the rug.

“How long have you been fantasizing about this?” I ask her.

“Are you telling me that you’ve never imagined it?” She counters, and I shake my head.

“Of course I have. Like multiple times a day,” I tell her.

She pulls me down until our lips meet, and I forget all about my questions. She licks against my lips, and I open for her. Her skin is hot and smooth, like silk, against mine, and I can’t help but touch her. My hands run over her curves, cupping her breasts in my hands and toying with her nipples.

“We don’t have long,” she reminds me, and I nod.

My cock is already hard as a diamond, and when I touch between her legs, I find her soaking wet.

“So ready for me,” I murmur, and she nods.

I thrust into her in one smooth move, and we both moan as I bottom out inside of her.

“So good. You’re going to make me come already,” I groan as I pound into her.

The rug is soft and fluffy beneath us, and she tries to hold onto the short strands, but it’s no use. She grips me instead, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I rut into her.

“Perfect, so perfect,” I whisper, and she cries out.

Voices sound from outside the door, and she looks at me, wide-eyed.

“You’ll have to be quiet,” I whisper in her ear, and she bites down on her bottom lip.

Little moans and gasps still slip free, and somehow, that’s hotter.

“I’m close,” she tells me, and I nod.

I’ve been holding back my own orgasm until she comes, and I get my wish a minute later.

She buries her face in my neck, biting down slightly as she screams her release. I grunt, my eyes falling closed as I come with her.

We sprawl out on the rug, both of us sucking in deep breaths, and I grin up at the ceiling.

“Where did you want to try next?” I ask her.

“The desk,” she says right away. “You need to get a couch or something in here too.”

“Order whatever you want,” I say right away, and she smiles.

The voices outside the door get a little louder, and Goldie scrambles up, hurrying to tug her clothes back on and fix her hair.

“You look beautiful,” I reassure her as I get dressed.

“Thanks. I’ll see you at lunch,” she says as I unlock the door.

“Maybe we’ll eat in,” I say, and she grins at me over her shoulder as she heads back out to her desk.

I watch her go, grinning as I sit down and get to work.

THIRTEEN

Goldie

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