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an excellent view of his substantial, rock-hard cock. My mouth watered.
“Never happened. That’s right.” I nodded in agreement, but inside I was panicking. Would he try to fire me for this? Would he want me off the case?
“When I say it never happened, I mean it, Ms. Montreat. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, and this will never happen again.”
“Yes.”
But what if I want it to happen again?
His mussed hair made it seem as ifhe’d just ridden me like a rented mule when, in fact, he’d been generous and given me the best orgasm of my life. “I’ll walk you out. It’s late.”
I would have protested that I could take care of myself, but the memory of the woman in the water crept back into my mind, and I grabbed my bag.
We rode the elevator in silence, each in our own corner despite what we’d just shared. He walked me to my car and reached to open the door for me, but stopped. Again. “Good night, Ms. Montreat. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay. ’Night.” I got into my car and cranked it up. He followed me out of the deck, but we turned opposite ways once on the street.
My thoughts were a tornado of shock and post-orgasm endorphins. What was he thinking? I knew what I was thinking. I’d finally gotten a taste of what I wanted. But Mr. Granade? I smirked. He was probably panicking his hardass off. Fine by me.
I couldn’t wait to test his theory of “this will never happen again.” Game on.
Chapter Five
Washington
The water rushed over me, and I leaned my forehead against the cool shower tile. What had I been thinking? I hadn’t, and that was the problem. I’d just mouth-fucked an associate, and in the office, no less.
I’d returned home in a blur the night before, Caroline’s taste still on my lips as I stroked myself off. I’d closed my eyes and felt her blond locks in my hands, her pussy squeezing me tight, and I came in moments. A hard orgasm that had me panting and bracing myself against my sink.
My cock had hardened again at just the thought of her, the memory of her bare pussy, her shuddering breaths, her strangled cries as she came.
Fuck.
I bounced my head against the tile and tried to will my erection away. It didn’t work. I couldn’t go to work like this. I had to be with her all day, going over evidence and planning our next steps.
I gripped myself and gave a few hard pumps, my eyes closed, her big brown eyes staring up at me as her pink lips took every inch. I was already at the edge, but then her soft whimpers played in my mind and I was lost, my seed spurting out in hot jets and flowing down the drain right along with my self-control.
I soaped up and finished my shower, trying to refocus my energies on the case instead of thinking about how much more fulfilled my cock would be if it really had been buried deep in Caroline’s mouth. I batted those thoughts away and shaved, cutting myself far more than usual as my thoughts wandered.
She would be well within her rights to complain to human resources about me, though I knew she wouldn’t.
I had fucked up royally. I just needed to make sure it didn’t happen again.
The entire way to work I reiterated to myself that she was an associate—off-limits. I parked in the deck and gave myself a hard stare in the rearview mirror.
Get it together, Wash.
At least it was Friday, so I could take a breather over the weekend and get my head on straight.
I rode the elevator alone and got the first cup of coffee as the office slowly woke up for the day. Caroline’s office was thankfully dark, but just looking at her desk made my cock twitch back to life. I hurried down the hall, coffee sloshing over the side of my Palmer & Granade cup.
Shirley wasn’t in yet, so I closed the door to my office and began going through the e-mails that piled up to be an insurmountable task. Trial settings, arraignments, conflict checks, new clients—it was a never-ending cascade of information. At least it took my mind off
“Never happened. That’s right.” I nodded in agreement, but inside I was panicking. Would he try to fire me for this? Would he want me off the case?
“When I say it never happened, I mean it, Ms. Montreat. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, and this will never happen again.”
“Yes.”
But what if I want it to happen again?
His mussed hair made it seem as ifhe’d just ridden me like a rented mule when, in fact, he’d been generous and given me the best orgasm of my life. “I’ll walk you out. It’s late.”
I would have protested that I could take care of myself, but the memory of the woman in the water crept back into my mind, and I grabbed my bag.
We rode the elevator in silence, each in our own corner despite what we’d just shared. He walked me to my car and reached to open the door for me, but stopped. Again. “Good night, Ms. Montreat. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay. ’Night.” I got into my car and cranked it up. He followed me out of the deck, but we turned opposite ways once on the street.
My thoughts were a tornado of shock and post-orgasm endorphins. What was he thinking? I knew what I was thinking. I’d finally gotten a taste of what I wanted. But Mr. Granade? I smirked. He was probably panicking his hardass off. Fine by me.
I couldn’t wait to test his theory of “this will never happen again.” Game on.
Chapter Five
Washington
The water rushed over me, and I leaned my forehead against the cool shower tile. What had I been thinking? I hadn’t, and that was the problem. I’d just mouth-fucked an associate, and in the office, no less.
I’d returned home in a blur the night before, Caroline’s taste still on my lips as I stroked myself off. I’d closed my eyes and felt her blond locks in my hands, her pussy squeezing me tight, and I came in moments. A hard orgasm that had me panting and bracing myself against my sink.
My cock had hardened again at just the thought of her, the memory of her bare pussy, her shuddering breaths, her strangled cries as she came.
Fuck.
I bounced my head against the tile and tried to will my erection away. It didn’t work. I couldn’t go to work like this. I had to be with her all day, going over evidence and planning our next steps.
I gripped myself and gave a few hard pumps, my eyes closed, her big brown eyes staring up at me as her pink lips took every inch. I was already at the edge, but then her soft whimpers played in my mind and I was lost, my seed spurting out in hot jets and flowing down the drain right along with my self-control.
I soaped up and finished my shower, trying to refocus my energies on the case instead of thinking about how much more fulfilled my cock would be if it really had been buried deep in Caroline’s mouth. I batted those thoughts away and shaved, cutting myself far more than usual as my thoughts wandered.
She would be well within her rights to complain to human resources about me, though I knew she wouldn’t.
I had fucked up royally. I just needed to make sure it didn’t happen again.
The entire way to work I reiterated to myself that she was an associate—off-limits. I parked in the deck and gave myself a hard stare in the rearview mirror.
Get it together, Wash.
At least it was Friday, so I could take a breather over the weekend and get my head on straight.
I rode the elevator alone and got the first cup of coffee as the office slowly woke up for the day. Caroline’s office was thankfully dark, but just looking at her desk made my cock twitch back to life. I hurried down the hall, coffee sloshing over the side of my Palmer & Granade cup.
Shirley wasn’t in yet, so I closed the door to my office and began going through the e-mails that piled up to be an insurmountable task. Trial settings, arraignments, conflict checks, new clients—it was a never-ending cascade of information. At least it took my mind off
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