She’s smart, funny, not to mention stunning. What the hell does she see in me, a middle-aged businessman who goes to bed way too early and makes noises when I stand up off the couch?
What did I do right?
My attention falls back to her as her hand reaches between her legs to pull her panties aside. As her pussy is revealed, my cock jumps, ready for her next move. Her not letting me touch her is driving me insane.
She’s teasing me on purpose, and while effective, it is killing me. Becca lowers down, allowing my erection to push between her slicked lips as her hips rock back and forth. Her face twists with pleasure as her eyes close and her head falls back gently every time it rubs against her clit.
Her hips pull back again, and this time, as she thrusts forward, my breath hitches. My cock slips into her vagina, and she gasps, letting go of my wrists to grip my shirt.
“Oh my God,” she cries out as I lift my hips to push into her fully. She may be on top and controlling me, but I can still get my way in a sense.
She rocks her hips back and forth again, this time allowing my shaft to slam into her with great force. “You’re so tight,” I whisper as my hands find her hips. This time, she doesn’t stop me as I begin pulling her harder against my cock.
“Steven,” she whimpers as I push my entire length into her. Her skin heats up as her face reddens. I can’t help but take in her beauty. Even with her messy hair and clothing askew, she’s never been more stunning to me.
Her grip on my shirt tightens, and her thighs press harder against my sides as she nearly drops down on top of me. “Fuck,” she cries, and I feel her come undone around my cock.
She stops her rocking, and I take the opportunity presented. “My turn,” I mumble as I flip us over, allowing her to lie underneath me this time.
Without warning, I push myself into her again as my hands plant firmly on either side of her head. I try not to crinkle the papers too badly, but if it happens, so be it. The only thing that matters is us. Papers can be replaced.
Her thighs wrap around my waist tightly as I plow into her again. I lower my head, taking the skin of her neck between my teeth before biting down enough to make her moan. Her hands grip the back of my head as I switch from biting to sucking.
“If you leave a mark, you’re the one explaining it,” she giggles.
“Worth it,” I gasp and replace my mouth once more. Her skin is so sweet, so inviting. It’s hard not to.
My mouth soon finds hers, her tongue frantically flicking against mine in a delicious, tangled mess. My hips’ motions quicken asI feel myself nearing completion. While I’d love for this moment to last, I can’t hold it anymore.
“Fuck…I’m coming,” I warn as my voice carries through the empty office. With one last hard push, I empty my orgasm deep inside of her as my cock pumps.
I nearly collapse as I try to gather a full breath. She kisses me one last time before I pull out of her and sit on the ground. “Shit,” I say breathily, still confused about how lucky I am to be with her.
“God, you’re perfect,” I continue as I push a stray cluster of hair behind her ear.
She giggles. “Yeah, I’m sure I look great right now with messed-up hair and clothes. I’m a disaster.”
“A beautiful disaster.” Smiling, I lean back against the desk and pull my pants back up around my hips before standing to buckle them. With an extended arm, I help her up as she rearranges her own clothing and finds her shoes.
We both take a moment, looking down at the mess we caused with the papers, and she sighs.
“Don’t worry about it,” I comment. “I’ll clean it up in the morning. Right now, I’m in too good a mood to clean.”
She nods and fetches her purse. “Agreed. Besides, I have to get home to Damian.” I open the office door, allowing her to exit as I follow her to the elevator.
I can still feel the heat between us as we step inside, both wearing a knowing smile. At a moment like this, I’m glad I have access to the camera system on my phone. My first order of business is to delete the footage before the security guards come into work tomorrow.
I’ll clean after that.
Either that, or they’ll definitely get a show.
“Do you think that Cam will tell people what he saw tonight?” Becca asks, tucking a small piece of her shirt back into her skirt.
Sighing, I shrug. “I’m not really sure, but I’ll handle it tonight before I go home.” Once we leave the building, I walk her to her car, kissing her one last time before she drives off.
I stand outside of my own car for a moment, allowing the frozen air to cool down my heated skin. Nerves whirl inside of me. What is Cam going to do with the information he discovered?
It makes me worry for Becca. If word gets out, her dad will surely lose his mind. That puts her in jeopardy of losing family, and me in jeopardy of losing a limb.
Unfortunately, we may have to face the backlash of our love sooner than we would like.
