“Yes,” she gasps. “Choke me.Ruin me.”
She—is—fucking—perfect. “Tap the desk if it’s too much.” I tighten my hand around her throat, trapping her cry as I slide into her.
Fuck. Immediately, her blazing-hot pussy starts convulsing around me, and there is no fucking way I’ll be able to last.
All that makes it past my hand is a quiet, low, fractured, shuddering breath. She pushes her ass back, nestling it right against me, and my gut clenches. I slot an arm between her hips and the desk to protect her, slide out, and thrust in with enough vigor that she manages a groan.
More footsteps outside, accompanied by chatter. I tighten my grip on her throat and set a brisk, staccato,harshpace inside of her. When another squeak makes it past my hand, I tighten just a little more and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Be a good girl and stay quiet while I make you come again.” Her fingers curl into the desk,actually managing to scratch the wood, and her pussy convulses around me.
I manage to fuck her through her orgasm, gritting my teeth to stop myself from coming.
Wereallydon’t have much time left, but I promised her four. I slide my fingers between her hips and the desk as her second orgasm dies down, and stroke over her clit. She tenses, and her entire body starts shaking, teeth chattering. One of her hands leaves the desk to hold my wrist, her back bows, andholy shit,this is the most erotic, gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. When she comes for the fourth time with a painful-sounding squeak, I lose control of myself. I shoot deep inside her with a silent roar of agonized pleasure.
In the aftermath, she collapses face-first on the desk, little aftershocks shaking her body. I release her and brace my hands on either side to keep my legs from giving out altogether. Is it possible to die from the force of an orgasm?
Something tells me I’ll gladly spend the rest of my life finding out.
“Fuck, Victoria,” I whisper, brushing a kiss over her nape. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.” Her voice is a ragged whisper.Tooragged and scratchy.
Oh shit, did I—
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” With a renewed burst of energy, I straighten and stroke over her throat. “Was it too hard?”
“It was perfect.” Her voice is stronger now. “I came so hard I felt it in my scalp.”
I don’t relax until I turn her around, tip her head back, and examine her throat. It’s a little flushed, but no signs of bruising. Thank god for that; I’d hate myself if I genuinely hurt her.
“That was…” she swallows. “One way to replace our last experience in this closet.”
I chuckle. “That it was.” After a pause: “How would you feel about christening the sim suite next?”
Chapter Forty-Three
Victoria
“What did you do to him?”
I’m packing up for the day when Amanda accosts me. Her arms are folded across her chest, her stare is accusing, and I feel about two inches tall under her scrutiny.
Oh fuck, did she hear me and Asher in the maintenance closet the other day?God, I hope not. I’d never live down the embarrassment.
I had flaming cheeks for the rest of that workday, and have been blushing every time I’ve seen Asher since.
His hand around my throat, his rough voice calling me deliciously degrading names, his cock slicing in and out of me…
“Who?” I ask, a bit too nervously.
“Elio,” she says “And Asher, for that matter. They’re going out to dinner,together.”
Oh.Oh!That strikes me as fantastic news, but Amanda looks concerned more than anything. “Is that… a bad thing?”
“It’s the most non-Asher thing I’ve ever heard.” Her accusing stare doesn’t budge. “Did you make a deal with the devil to give him a personality makeover?”
“Not that I’m aware,” I say uncertainly. Has Asher really beenthat badover the years? Actually, the answer there is an obvious one: probably. He was a total jerk to me for weeks, but that was a short stretch of time. If the team’s had to deal with him for being so mean foryears… I can see how his efforts to turn a new leaf might be seen as startling.
“Did aliens abduct him and give him a lobotomy?”
