“Are the doors locked?” she whisper-yells.
I shake my head.
“Fuck. Let me up.” Another attempt to get away.
“I don’t think so. But I will need you to be quiet now.”
The knock sounds again. She tenses for a second, but I resume what I was doing, and she melts into the desk. Her sounds turn to whimpers, trying to keep quiet. But as her orgasm hits her, she can’t help moaning loudly, her pussy clenching my finger. Ilap at her, trying to get every last drop as she shivers with the remnants of her orgasm.
The knock hasn’t worried me. My employees know better than to enter without permission. But I know the thrill made it hotter for her.
“Well, that was something,” she says, trying to catch her breath.
“Oh, did you think we were done?” With a parting kiss, I get up. My hands unbuckle my pants, lowering them just enough to set my cock free. It drips pre-cum and twitches with joy of what’s to come.
I place a kiss on her lips, letting her taste herself before sliding my cock slowly inside of her. She inhales sharply as I fill her, and I grit my teeth to keep from whimpering.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I say into her mouth.
My hips pump into her, every thrust sending fireworks through my body. My speed picks up, and her moans start up again.
“Let me hear you, pretty girl. I don’t care who hears. But I want to know how much you love taking my cock.”
“Leon, yes…”
“My cock’s addicted to this perfect pussy. I imagine exactly this as I wrap my fist around it, looking at you on the cameras.”
“Fuck…” She’s not making much sense, but I can’t blame her. Her eyes are rolled to the back of her head, her arms barely able to hold on to my shoulders.
Our moans blend with the sounds of skin on skin, my body growing slick with sweat. I pump faster, reaching a punishing pace, but it’s still not fast enough. Still not deep enough.
And just as the familiar embers of ecstasy build at the base of my spine, she lets out a feral moan, clamping me with all her might. My vision turns dark for a split second, my brain losing oxygen as our releases hit us at the same damn time. My groan is louder than intended as I spill into her, dizzy with the thought of her dripping my cum as she walks through the casino.
Eventually, we settle, my chin pressed to her sternum. Her heartbeat is wild, and I land a lick to it, just to taste her skin again.
Her lips turn up as she holds her eyes closed. Grabbing a tissue from the cabinet behind the desk, I clean her legs, making sure I leave as much cum inside of her as possible.
And then it hits me. We haven’t used protection.
My head clears in an instant, as panic rises in my chest. “A condom…” I barely mutter. “I haven’t put on a condom. I’m so sorry.” Her eyes open, widening, so I quickly add, “I’m clean. I’m good. But contraception…”
She stares at me, as if weighing whether she trusts me before nodding. “I’m clean, too, and I’m on birth control.”
I mirror her nod, and she rises from the desk, pulling her dress back over her breasts and lowering it down over her ass. She smooths her hair and rubs her lips together before making her way to my door.
“Well, thank you for tonight,” she says, her face back to a perfect façade.
Her hand is already grabbing the doorknob when I stop her. “My driver will take you home.”
“Okay,” she responds, quicker than I anticipated and it’s obvious she’s still not feeling comfortable about the man that accosted her.
Little does she know she will never have to worry about him again. I shoot a text to Dom, letting him know he’s needed. Buttoning my pants, I slip my phone into my pocket. My gaze catches on the pair of lacy red underwear that I peeled off her.
I lift it with a finger. “I think you forgot something.”
Her lips turn up into a blinding smirk. “Keep it. It might help you with your problem.” She shoots a pointed look at my computer, and I let out a low laugh.
If anything, it’ll make my problem worse. A knock disturbs the moment, and I hurry to slip the underwear into my other pocket.
