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anticipation. I couldn"t remember the last
time a man had talked so dirty to me.
He kissed me lightly. Then, using only the hand in my hair, he turned me
around and forced me over my desk. I had to bite my lip to keep from yelping from
both pain and surprise, but somehow stayed quiet. He leaned over me, pressing his
cock against me and pulling my head back so he could whisper in my ear.
“But I want to fuck you.” His goatee brushed the side of my neck when he
added, “Don"t move.”
He released my hair and stood. I didn"t move. Couldn"t have if I"d wanted to.
Sabian had me turned on and bent over my desk in the middle of the day, and—
Oh, God. I never knew the sound of tearing foil could be so damned arousing. I
gripped the other side of my desk, certain I"d melt the second his cock touched me.
Closing my eyes, I held my breath as he pushed my skirt up over my hips.
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“Jesus,” he breathed. “I love the way your ass looks like this.” He traced the
edge of the garter over my hip. “Red garter, no panties, thigh-highs. You know
exactly how to get to a man, don"t you?” Then he leaned over me. He cupped my ass
in one hand and whispered in my ear, “I can"t tell you how tempting it is to leave a
handprint right there.”
I sucked in a breath and shivered beneath him.
“And I would.” He kissed the side of my neck. “But someone might hear, so I"ll
just have to save that for another time, won"t I?”
He didn"t give me a chance to answer. It was impossible to speak or think or
fucking breathe when his cock pressed against my pussy, into my pussy, sliding
deeper, slowly, slowly deeper. That very first stroke was enough to turn my vision
white, and each was more intense than the last.
I expected him to fuck me hard and fast, but he didn"t. He took long, smooth
strokes, and he made sure I couldn"t move to encourage him to go faster. He leaned
over me, resting his hands beside mine, using his body weight to keep me from
moving. The edge of the desk bit into my hips, but I didn"t care, not when Sabian"s
cock slid back and forth across my G-spot like that.
In theory, anyone in the building could have come through that unlocked door.
They wouldn"t, of course. No one dared walk in during client meetings, and even if
they did, they"d have to get past Laura first. Still, just knowing anyone could have
walked in at any second made this infinitely hotter.
Sabian stopped. When he withdrew this time, he pulled all the way out.
“Turn around,” he said.
I pushed myself up and faced him. He grabbed my hair again and kissed me.
Passionately, violently, like he knew I"d let him part my lips with his tongue, like he
knew I"d let him draw my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me like no one had any
business kissing anyone in this office, and thank God he held me upright, because
his kiss melted my spine one vertebra at a time.
Still kissing me, he put a hand between my shoulder blades and laid me across
my desk. His mouth didn"t even stop when he reached between us to guide his cock
to me, and we both moaned against each other"s lips when he thrust in. My desk
squeaked in protest beneath us and pens rattled in the drawers, adding a muffled
metallic rhythm section.
He stood upright and slid his hand down my leg, drawing my knee up to his
hip. He wrapped his fingers around my ankle and brought it up to his shoulder. He
rested it there, pausing to kiss the inside of it, and even through my nylons, the
warmth of his lips made my breath catch. Then he put my other ankle on his other
shoulder.
That angle was amazing, but I wasn"t prepared when he leaned forward just
enough to roll my hips back. I gasped, screwing my eyes shut and clapping a hand
over my mouth to muffle the delirious cry that almost escaped.
“Like that?” he asked with a grin in his voice.
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37
I whimpered something close to a yes. Understatement of the decade. This
angle. His
time a man had talked so dirty to me.
He kissed me lightly. Then, using only the hand in my hair, he turned me
around and forced me over my desk. I had to bite my lip to keep from yelping from
both pain and surprise, but somehow stayed quiet. He leaned over me, pressing his
cock against me and pulling my head back so he could whisper in my ear.
“But I want to fuck you.” His goatee brushed the side of my neck when he
added, “Don"t move.”
He released my hair and stood. I didn"t move. Couldn"t have if I"d wanted to.
Sabian had me turned on and bent over my desk in the middle of the day, and—
Oh, God. I never knew the sound of tearing foil could be so damned arousing. I
gripped the other side of my desk, certain I"d melt the second his cock touched me.
Closing my eyes, I held my breath as he pushed my skirt up over my hips.
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“Jesus,” he breathed. “I love the way your ass looks like this.” He traced the
edge of the garter over my hip. “Red garter, no panties, thigh-highs. You know
exactly how to get to a man, don"t you?” Then he leaned over me. He cupped my ass
in one hand and whispered in my ear, “I can"t tell you how tempting it is to leave a
handprint right there.”
I sucked in a breath and shivered beneath him.
“And I would.” He kissed the side of my neck. “But someone might hear, so I"ll
just have to save that for another time, won"t I?”
He didn"t give me a chance to answer. It was impossible to speak or think or
fucking breathe when his cock pressed against my pussy, into my pussy, sliding
deeper, slowly, slowly deeper. That very first stroke was enough to turn my vision
white, and each was more intense than the last.
I expected him to fuck me hard and fast, but he didn"t. He took long, smooth
strokes, and he made sure I couldn"t move to encourage him to go faster. He leaned
over me, resting his hands beside mine, using his body weight to keep me from
moving. The edge of the desk bit into my hips, but I didn"t care, not when Sabian"s
cock slid back and forth across my G-spot like that.
In theory, anyone in the building could have come through that unlocked door.
They wouldn"t, of course. No one dared walk in during client meetings, and even if
they did, they"d have to get past Laura first. Still, just knowing anyone could have
walked in at any second made this infinitely hotter.
Sabian stopped. When he withdrew this time, he pulled all the way out.
“Turn around,” he said.
I pushed myself up and faced him. He grabbed my hair again and kissed me.
Passionately, violently, like he knew I"d let him part my lips with his tongue, like he
knew I"d let him draw my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me like no one had any
business kissing anyone in this office, and thank God he held me upright, because
his kiss melted my spine one vertebra at a time.
Still kissing me, he put a hand between my shoulder blades and laid me across
my desk. His mouth didn"t even stop when he reached between us to guide his cock
to me, and we both moaned against each other"s lips when he thrust in. My desk
squeaked in protest beneath us and pens rattled in the drawers, adding a muffled
metallic rhythm section.
He stood upright and slid his hand down my leg, drawing my knee up to his
hip. He wrapped his fingers around my ankle and brought it up to his shoulder. He
rested it there, pausing to kiss the inside of it, and even through my nylons, the
warmth of his lips made my breath catch. Then he put my other ankle on his other
shoulder.
That angle was amazing, but I wasn"t prepared when he leaned forward just
enough to roll my hips back. I gasped, screwing my eyes shut and clapping a hand
over my mouth to muffle the delirious cry that almost escaped.
“Like that?” he asked with a grin in his voice.
Damaged Goods
37
I whimpered something close to a yes. Understatement of the decade. This
angle. His
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