Joe’s hands on her body, lifting her out of the chair and into his arms. Her overtired brain briefly wondered if she was dreaming. Surely only a dream could feel this nice. With his warm, strong arms holding her up, she felt safe and protected in a way she hadn’t realized she needed to feel until now. He brought his head down and kissed her, slow and sensuous. She forgot to breathe as his kiss lit up her body.
“I’m sorry I left you.” he said.
“Shut up.” she told him, and kissed him again.
This kiss was more intense, hungrier. It made the hair stand up on her arms and blood pulse in her clit. She moaned as he set her down on the desk. He knelt and slid off her panties before plunging his face between her legs. She pulled on his hair and moaned louder. His tongue moved over her, first flicking over her clit and then softly sucking. Her legs spasmed and she wrapped them around his neck as she felt the orgasm building impossibly high. A feeling more intense than she could stand. It crashed into her like a wave, knocking the air from her lungs. She screamed out his name.
Joe knocked the stuff off of her desk and ripped off what was left of her dress. With a growl he pushed her onto her back, then proceeded to peel off his clothes. He took off his shirt first, reveling the heavily muscled, hair covered chest underneath. The pants came off next, and then he was standing naked in front of her, his huge cock pulsing with blood and ready.
He plunged into her with one, quick thrust. It made her gasp with pleasure and lit up her body again. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled out, then quickly thrust into her wet pussy again. She wrapped her legs around him, holding his body close to hers as he thrust into her over and over. The pleasure was building to a crest in her, taking her higher. He bit down on one of her nipples and she screamed.
With a great crack the desk gave way beneath them, sending them sprawling onto the floor. Hardly missing a beat, he scooped her up and pressed her up against the wall, continuing to thrust into her while holding her up. She buried her face into his neck, kissing, biting, and sucking until the pleasure became too intense and all she could do was ride it out. She came again, this time simultaneously with Joe, who called out her name as his whole body shuddered.
Spent, they sank to the floor, arms around each other.
“I love you,” he had whispered to her in the darkness. “I promise, I’m not going anywhere again.”
Sierra smiled to herself now, thinking of the night before as they drove toward Sleuth.
“You owe me a new desk,” she reminded him.
He smiled at her. “I’ll get you something stronger this time.” he said.
“Something sturdy. Just in case you ever have to work late again.”
“What if you have to work late?” she asked.
He slid his hand up her thigh.
“My desk is very sturdy.” he assured her.
They rounded the corner into Sleuth just as the sun was sinking.
“Time to face the crowd.” he told her.
*
Joe had brought enough copies of The Post for everyone. They stood around reading the story, surrounding Sierra and Joe.
“He made you write this?” one of them asked her.
“She did it on her own.” Joe assured them. “She knew a bear sighting in the middle of the city would raise suspicion, so she made up a convincing lie. I just helped with some of the little details.”
The man who had formerly went by the name Gerald Gregory spoke up from the front.
“Is that all my good name is to you, Joe?” he joked. “Little details?”
There was some general laughter. Joe smiled and waited for the crowd to quiet down again, clearly in his element.
“She risked her job to tell that lie, and she did it to keep me, and all of you, safe from prying eyes. So I ask you, do you really think she would deliberately do anything to jeopardize this
“I’m sorry I left you.” he said.
“Shut up.” she told him, and kissed him again.
This kiss was more intense, hungrier. It made the hair stand up on her arms and blood pulse in her clit. She moaned as he set her down on the desk. He knelt and slid off her panties before plunging his face between her legs. She pulled on his hair and moaned louder. His tongue moved over her, first flicking over her clit and then softly sucking. Her legs spasmed and she wrapped them around his neck as she felt the orgasm building impossibly high. A feeling more intense than she could stand. It crashed into her like a wave, knocking the air from her lungs. She screamed out his name.
Joe knocked the stuff off of her desk and ripped off what was left of her dress. With a growl he pushed her onto her back, then proceeded to peel off his clothes. He took off his shirt first, reveling the heavily muscled, hair covered chest underneath. The pants came off next, and then he was standing naked in front of her, his huge cock pulsing with blood and ready.
He plunged into her with one, quick thrust. It made her gasp with pleasure and lit up her body again. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled out, then quickly thrust into her wet pussy again. She wrapped her legs around him, holding his body close to hers as he thrust into her over and over. The pleasure was building to a crest in her, taking her higher. He bit down on one of her nipples and she screamed.
With a great crack the desk gave way beneath them, sending them sprawling onto the floor. Hardly missing a beat, he scooped her up and pressed her up against the wall, continuing to thrust into her while holding her up. She buried her face into his neck, kissing, biting, and sucking until the pleasure became too intense and all she could do was ride it out. She came again, this time simultaneously with Joe, who called out her name as his whole body shuddered.
Spent, they sank to the floor, arms around each other.
“I love you,” he had whispered to her in the darkness. “I promise, I’m not going anywhere again.”
Sierra smiled to herself now, thinking of the night before as they drove toward Sleuth.
“You owe me a new desk,” she reminded him.
He smiled at her. “I’ll get you something stronger this time.” he said.
“Something sturdy. Just in case you ever have to work late again.”
“What if you have to work late?” she asked.
He slid his hand up her thigh.
“My desk is very sturdy.” he assured her.
They rounded the corner into Sleuth just as the sun was sinking.
“Time to face the crowd.” he told her.
*
Joe had brought enough copies of The Post for everyone. They stood around reading the story, surrounding Sierra and Joe.
“He made you write this?” one of them asked her.
“She did it on her own.” Joe assured them. “She knew a bear sighting in the middle of the city would raise suspicion, so she made up a convincing lie. I just helped with some of the little details.”
The man who had formerly went by the name Gerald Gregory spoke up from the front.
“Is that all my good name is to you, Joe?” he joked. “Little details?”
There was some general laughter. Joe smiled and waited for the crowd to quiet down again, clearly in his element.
“She risked her job to tell that lie, and she did it to keep me, and all of you, safe from prying eyes. So I ask you, do you really think she would deliberately do anything to jeopardize this
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