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cock. That rhythm. My G-spot. Oh, fuck.
    “Touch yourself,” he said. “I want you to touch yourself so I can feel you come.”
    I wanted to be embarrassed. Sure, I"d done this the first time we"d fucked, but
    I hadn"t been able to see his face. He hadn"t watched. He hadn"t so brazenly told me
    what he wanted and why.
    I wanted to be embarrassed, but more than that, I wanted to come, so I did as I
    was told. It barely took any contact at all to put me into orbit, so I tried to hold
    back. As much as I wanted to come, I didn"t want this to be over quite yet.
    I didn"t have much choice, though. Between my own fingers circling my clit,
    Sabian"s cock showing me exactly why my G-spot was where it was, and this whole
    hot, forbidden situation, I was an orgasm waiting to happen. A loud one too, so I bit
    the second knuckle of my index finger, digging my teeth in to keep myself quiet.
    “That"s it,” he whispered, his thrusts punctuating his words. “Let yourself go.
    Jesus, your pussy is so tight when you—”
    My orgasm took over, and I didn"t hear another word. Trying to keep it quiet
    only made it more intense, as did Sabian"s perfect, steady rhythm. I swore it went
    on for several minutes. Probably only a few seconds, but damn if it didn"t feel like
    forever.
    Finally, I exhaled and relaxed. Sabian slowed to a stop. I blinked a few times,
    staring up at the ceiling and letting my vision clear before I looked at him.
    He bent to kiss me lightly. “Still feel like sucking my cock?”
    Did I ever, and his grin told me he already knew the answer.
    I nodded. Sabian pulled out, then eased my legs down and helped me up. Then
    he sat in my chair.
    Nodding toward the floor, he said, “Get on your knees.”
    With pleasure . I went to my knees and went down on him, something I"d been
    dying to do since the first time we"d fucked.
    The faint bitter taste of latex didn"t last long, but the sweet smell of my pussy
    remained, reminding me with every breath that he"d been inside me. Not that I
    needed anything to remind me, not with the aftershocks of my orgasm still tingling
    at the base of my spine.
    He ran his fingers through my hair while I stroked and sucked his cock. “Oh,
    fuck, I knew you"d be good at this,” he whispered. “Just like that, baby, that"s
    perfect. Fuck .” God knew how much of it was an act and how much was true
    arousal, but a hard-on didn"t lie, and every time his cock twitched against my
    tongue, lightning bolts shot up my spine like he was still inside me.
    He wasn"t easy to accommodate, but I managed. The vague ache in my jaw was
    well worth every low groan he released whenever I almost deep-throated him. His
    breathing quickened with my strokes. Soon it was nothing but sharp, irregular
    gasps, each shallower than the last, and I gave him everything I had.

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    “Holy…fucking…oh God…” He drew in a rush of breath, shuddered, and his
    cock twitched once, then again. With no sound beyond a ragged exhalation, he came,
    and I didn"t stop until the hand in my hair tightened enough to signal he"d had
    enough.
    I rocked back on my heels while Sabian got rid of the condom. My hands still
    shook, as did my knees. How many times I"d fantasized about everything we"d just
    did, I couldn"t say, and I wondered if I"d ever be able to walk into this office without
    getting pleasant chills. My work environment would probably never be the same.
    “So that"s how role-playing works,” I said.
    He nodded, running a hand through his hair.
    “I can see why it"s so popular.” I laughed. “Now I"ll always wonder what my
    colleagues are doing when they take a client in their office.”
    Sabian chuckled. We both stood and went about fixing our clothes. While we
    did, I couldn"t help noticing his hands were almost as shaky as mine. Of course they
    are. The man just got laid. Doesn’t mean a damned thing.
    I wondered, though, as I buttoned up my blouse, what went through his mind
    when he did this.