“Um…” She sits down. “I don’t know…?”
I put a hand on each of the armrests and lean over. She looks up at me, her eyes growing wide. Does she have any idea how scrumptious she is? When she looks at me like that, I want to drag her into a dark corner and ravish her.
“I see. Well, that’s entirely my fault,” I say. “Let’s go for twenty minutes of cardio at seventy percent max heart rate. We’ll do it together.”
Her gaze darts back and forth. “Here? There’s no machine—”
“Oh, yes there is.” I pull out my phone and set the timer for twenty-two minutes—I’m going to need two minutes to get us ready.
Then I drop to my knees and pull her forward until her butt’s on the edge of the seat. I push her skirt up, then rip her thong.
She gasps.
“Don’t worry. I’ll buy you another.” I shoulder between her legs, spreading her thighs.
“People could—”
I spread her flesh, then lick her.
Whatever protest welling in her throat dies. And I’m on her mercilessly. There’s no teasing or taking time. If she wants her cardio, I’m more than happy to give it to her.
Her breathing quickens instantly. Soon her muscles tighten, then shake as an orgasm thrums through her body. She arches her back and digs her fingers into my hair, tugging as though to pull me away. But her pelvis is rocking against my mouth, and I let out a satisfied hum as I push her harder.
She twists, moaning and begging in a hoarse whisper. I hold her hips tightly while I position her legs over my shoulders to spread her wider, leave her more helpless and vulnerable. She’s dripping, coating my lips and tongue with salty sweetness. I feel the racing pulsing in her pussy as I drive her even harder.
Her legs move restlessly. The need to debauch her in her office so everyone knows who she belongs to is pounding in my head, but I tamp down the desire. I don’t want to scare her by revealing just how crazy I am for her.
“Oh my God, please,” she sobs. “I want you inside me.”
My dick grows impossibly hard. But I ignore her pleas and place my hand over her heart, which beats hard and fast against my palm. I plunge my tongue into her pussy, feel the tight trembling.
“I can’t…” she whimpers, but she’s rocking her slick flesh against my face, desperately seeking another high.
I suck on her clit, loving her wild response. Her whole body slowly grows taut, ready for another climax—
My phone alarm goes off, and I pull back from her.
“Wait, no,” she says, reaching for me. Her face is flushed, and sweat mists her skin. A tremor runs through her. She was so, so close when my phone went off.
“Can you brace yourself?” I ask.
She shakes her head weakly. “But maybe I can if there’s a reward.” She gives me a playful grin.
“There’ll be a reward.” I tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
Knocks. She flinches, pulling away, while I glare at the door.
“Molly?” It’s Jack. Her hand flies to her mouth, and she stares at the door, her eyes going round with shock. “I just saw your text and wanted to tell you my schedule’s flexible, and I can show you anything you need.”
I squint at the door, like I can see through the material. “She’s busy!” I shoot back.
She bites back a laugh.
“What the hell? Who are you?” he shouts.
“Her man.”
“What the fuck? You can’t be there!” He adds more protests, but I’m not listening. I have something more important to do.
