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her ass to the edge of the desk . He spread her legs wide, opening her up to his gaze, to his touch. His thumb found her clit and she rocked against his hand as he stroked and pinched. Parting the swollen lips , he laved them with his tongue, drinking from the moist opening. He replaced his thumb with his tongue and slipped a finger inside her pussy .
    She writhed against his hand. Begging for more. Jake obliged by stretching her further with two fingers and then three . Turning and wriggling them until she could stand it no more.
    “No. I want you inside. I need . . .”
    Jake didn’t wait for her to finish before she heard the tear of foil and he shoved his cock inside her . His balls caressed her ass . He filled her, stretched her to capacity and then some more. Slowly he started to move, the muscles in his neck straining. She met him stroke for stroke until the p ressure became too intense to be satisfied with his slow rhythm. Wriggling her hips, he inhaled sharply. And pounded into her.
    “Let go, babe. Come with me.”
    His words acted like kerosene to an open flame. She dug her nails into his thighs, dragging him even closer . In the corner of her eye, her tits bounced in time with his rhythmic thrusts. Her back thudded against the wood and sweat beaded on his forehead. Relentlessly he drove his shaft into her pussy, moisture coating the friction, increasing the need . The want.
    “God, you’re beautiful,” he growled as the m uscles in his shoulders strained and he drove in deeper. Filling her to the brim before he collapsed on top of her and buried his face between her breasts.
    Cassie ran her hands over his back, now slick with sweat. Popping up on his elbow, Jake stared into her eyes. Something shone there. Something different. She moved uncomfortably beneath him and he stood, gathering their clothes from the piles on the floor.
    Suddenly shy, Cassie hastily pulle d on her clothes and turned around as she shoved the flash drives into her bra again. They rode the elevator in silence, but raw lust crackled in the air. The bra chaffed against the sensitive peaks of her nipples and her pussy throbbed.
    Damn it girl. Aren’t you satisfied yet? How can she still want more when she had just had the most satisfying sex? What more could she want? She had a man who, if wrapped in a red bow, would serve as any woman’s Christmas dream, ravishing her whenever she had the itch. The investigation progressed to the point where there were only eight suspects left and a friend who looked out for her safety by hiring a team of bodyguards. So why did she still feel so needy?
     
    He watched the numbers above the elevator decrease.  Anticipation crawled over his skin while he stroked his swollen dick . They were going to like his surprise. The bitch lived up to her old man’s reputation. Even after watching the photos of her old man and his whores, she jumped at the chance to fuck her bodyguard. They were all the same. No amount of money could change your character. The whole Adams family would pay for their lusty ways.
    A grin spread over his face. The new camera he installed after the controlled explosion worked much better than the old one. Too bad they wouldn’t know who caused their downfall. Maybe he should give them a clue. He shook his head. No. He almost had enough money . Once this last transaction was done, he’ d resign this dead end job and disappear. The stupid fucks wouldn’t have a clue. Despite their claims of superiority, he’d outsmarted them. He was untouchable.
    The elevator ground to a stop and he caught the giggle of joy just in time. He pushed away from the dumpster and ran around the corner. The elevator doors opened as he closed the door of the stairs behind him . Let the games continue.
     
    A ping signalled their arrival in the underground garage and Jake stepped forward. He halted abruptly and Cassie collided with him from behind.
    “Bastard.” Jake’s muffled curse chilled Cassie to the