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probably best, since you don’t do relationships and all.” The air practically crackled between them. The urge to touch her so strong it took everything he had to shove it back. Ignore it. Pretend it wasn’t there. “Besides, it’s very unprofessional for me to be banging a client. Excuse my phrasing.”
Brittney giggled. “It’s rather unprofessional for you to refer to it as ‘banging’, don’t you think?”
“Probably.” They stood there in front of his desk, neither of them moving, both of them reluctant, it seemed. “That night at the club last week…it was crazy.”
She went still, pressed her lips together, rubbing off her lipstick. He stared at her lips, wanting a taste, just one more taste before she left. “It was very intense.”
“I’m sorry, I was a total animal.” He’d been a fucking crazy man, he still couldn’t get over it. Couldn’t get over how irresistible she was to him, how seeing her made him harden in an instant.
“You were perfect,” she whispered just before she threw herself at him.
He caught her about the waist and she tilted her head up, their mouths meeting in a scorching hot kiss. No pretenses, no bullshit, just pure unadulterated lust, tongues tangling, hands groping.
They couldn’t seem to keep their hands, their mouths off each other.
“Oh God, every time I see you I just want you more.” She groaned when his hand stole around her breast, his other hand moving to unbutton her jacket, revealing her camisole-covered chest to his gaze.
“Me too,” he admitted, dipping his head to tongue where her skin met the lacy edge of the camisole. She leaned against the edge of his desk, slipped her arms around his neck and held him to her chest.
“I look at you and all I can think about is having your hands on me, your cock inside me.”
A ragged breath escaped from his lungs, his cock growing impossibly hard at her words. “We shouldn’t do this now. What about Diane?”
“Oh, forget about Diane. Just touch me, Charlie. Please. Just once. I need to feel your hands on me.” She grasped his wrist with delicate fingers, guided his hand down, under the hem of her skirt. Didn’t stop until his fingers grazed her panty-covered cunt.
She shuddered, cried out when he slipped beneath the fabric to brush against her damp curls. So wet, so responsive and all his.
No, change that. She wasn’t all his, she was no one’s.
Well, she could be his for the moment.
“Oh yes, just like that,” she murmured, propping her hands behind her on the surface of the desk, thrusting her chest in his face.
His fingers searched her folds and he dipped his head, licking at her fabric-covered nipples. She writhed beneath him, so completely out of control and he loved it. He
fucking couldn’t get enough of it. He slipped two fingers deep inside her, moved them in and out, his thumb pressing against her clit and just like that, she shattered. Came with a sexy little whimper, her body trembled around his hand, her breasts trembling against his mouth.
Slumberous eyes opened to gaze up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “This is ridiculous.”
“You’re telling me.” He grabbed her hand, placed it over his erect cock and her eyes widened.
“Oh, my. Shouldn’t we help you out with that?”
He shook his head, grimaced when her fingers slid over his dick, slow but with firm pressure. “I’ll live.”
“No way. Come on, we’ll be quick about it.” She turned around and bent forward, over his desk. The skirt rode up her ass, revealed her pretty pink pussy to his gaze and he gulped, his hands immediately going for his belt. How could he resist?
“Brittney…” He had no idea why he said her name, like he was going to reprimand her. He wanted her, wanted to fuck her until she screamed. Fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.
“Get inside me, Charlie. Hurry.” She wiggled her ass, her glistening folds beckoning him, and he wasted no time. Shoving his pants and
Brittney giggled. “It’s rather unprofessional for you to refer to it as ‘banging’, don’t you think?”
“Probably.” They stood there in front of his desk, neither of them moving, both of them reluctant, it seemed. “That night at the club last week…it was crazy.”
She went still, pressed her lips together, rubbing off her lipstick. He stared at her lips, wanting a taste, just one more taste before she left. “It was very intense.”
“I’m sorry, I was a total animal.” He’d been a fucking crazy man, he still couldn’t get over it. Couldn’t get over how irresistible she was to him, how seeing her made him harden in an instant.
“You were perfect,” she whispered just before she threw herself at him.
He caught her about the waist and she tilted her head up, their mouths meeting in a scorching hot kiss. No pretenses, no bullshit, just pure unadulterated lust, tongues tangling, hands groping.
They couldn’t seem to keep their hands, their mouths off each other.
“Oh God, every time I see you I just want you more.” She groaned when his hand stole around her breast, his other hand moving to unbutton her jacket, revealing her camisole-covered chest to his gaze.
“Me too,” he admitted, dipping his head to tongue where her skin met the lacy edge of the camisole. She leaned against the edge of his desk, slipped her arms around his neck and held him to her chest.
“I look at you and all I can think about is having your hands on me, your cock inside me.”
A ragged breath escaped from his lungs, his cock growing impossibly hard at her words. “We shouldn’t do this now. What about Diane?”
“Oh, forget about Diane. Just touch me, Charlie. Please. Just once. I need to feel your hands on me.” She grasped his wrist with delicate fingers, guided his hand down, under the hem of her skirt. Didn’t stop until his fingers grazed her panty-covered cunt.
She shuddered, cried out when he slipped beneath the fabric to brush against her damp curls. So wet, so responsive and all his.
No, change that. She wasn’t all his, she was no one’s.
Well, she could be his for the moment.
“Oh yes, just like that,” she murmured, propping her hands behind her on the surface of the desk, thrusting her chest in his face.
His fingers searched her folds and he dipped his head, licking at her fabric-covered nipples. She writhed beneath him, so completely out of control and he loved it. He
fucking couldn’t get enough of it. He slipped two fingers deep inside her, moved them in and out, his thumb pressing against her clit and just like that, she shattered. Came with a sexy little whimper, her body trembled around his hand, her breasts trembling against his mouth.
Slumberous eyes opened to gaze up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “This is ridiculous.”
“You’re telling me.” He grabbed her hand, placed it over his erect cock and her eyes widened.
“Oh, my. Shouldn’t we help you out with that?”
He shook his head, grimaced when her fingers slid over his dick, slow but with firm pressure. “I’ll live.”
“No way. Come on, we’ll be quick about it.” She turned around and bent forward, over his desk. The skirt rode up her ass, revealed her pretty pink pussy to his gaze and he gulped, his hands immediately going for his belt. How could he resist?
“Brittney…” He had no idea why he said her name, like he was going to reprimand her. He wanted her, wanted to fuck her until she screamed. Fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.
“Get inside me, Charlie. Hurry.” She wiggled her ass, her glistening folds beckoning him, and he wasted no time. Shoving his pants and
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