I was immediately wet again. I grabbed for Hunter’s pants, reaching in and pulling out his cock. It was as thick as I wanted, and I swear my mouth started to water. My pussy ached, and even though I had just come, I felt empty inside.
“Turn around. Bend over the desk,” he ordered as he rolled on the condom.
I scrambled to do what he wanted, but I couldn’t let him think he could order me around without a little sass. “I like this desk, so you better make this good.”
His answer was to press up from behind me—the ridged length of him nudging under my bottom. Hunter’s hands came around me to cup my breasts, and he nosed at my neck. I closed my eyes, relishing in the sensation, and when he pushed me down to lean against the desk, I went gladly.
He pushed in, taking me from behind. I arched my back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk for leverage, because I could feel how frustrated I had been, and I wanted—expected—him to take it out on me.
Oh boy, did he.
Hunter entered me in short, brutal thrusts. I let out a low groan, tipping my head down and clenching around him just to feel the fullness of his shaft.
It didn’t take long for him to fully seat himself inside me. He stayed there for a moment as if savoring it himself. Then he pulled out and shoved back with one smooth glide that seemed to warm me from the inside out.
He fucked me deep and hard, and if this wasn’t such a heavy desk, it might have moved across the floor. I had to stuff the side of my hand into my mouth to keep from crying out. Hunter seemed to know exactly the perfect angle. Once he found my G-spot, he hit it again and again, showing no mercy. This man wanted me to come and come hard. Bent over the desk and taking it, I had no other option but to comply.
I gave a muffled cry as I reached my peak, and still, he fucked me through it. Then, to my surprise, I felt myself building again. I slammed my free hand against the flat of the desk, clawing at the wood as he wrung a third orgasm out of me.
That seemed to tip Hunter over the edge as well. He came with a muffled sort of growl—his thrusts messy and uncoordinated as he chased his own pleasure. Then finally he slowed, leaning over me as he caught his breath.
“Damn,” Hunter said against my neck. He pressed an almost chaste kiss against my throat. Then he hauled me upright. He spun me around, giving me one last, rough kiss. “Next time,” he told me, “I’m fucking you in a bed.”
“Except there’s not going to be another time,” I told him, rubbing some of my lipstick off his chin with my thumb. “That was it, your last shot.”
Hunter reacted like I had brained him with a two-by-four.
“I—not—”
I blew him a kiss as I left. After I was in my car, though, I started to have serious regrets.Maybe I was too hasty.
I rubbed my trembling legs. It had been so good and so powerful. There was no way that was going to be the last time I was fucked by Hunter. I wouldn’t survive; I would melt into a pile of sex-starved goo.
But if Hunter found out that I craved him, then he would have the upper hand.
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That is not going to be the last time I fuck her.I knew that with total certainty. The post-orgasm clarity had focused me.Even if I don’t fuck her until after the election, I promised myself as I tucked in my shirt,this was what I needed. Now I can focus on the election.
I made notes on my talking points for the meeting with the New York Chamber of Commerce, sent out several well-composed emails, and reviewed several real estate proforma analyses for Svensson Investment.
Meg might have thought she was still fucking with my head. But fucking her, coming in her, had been exactly what I had needed.
“He’s a new man!” Weston announced when I arrived home later that evening.
“You didn’t sleep with Karen, did you?” Garrett asked, nose turned up.
“Of course not,” I said, grinning.
Remy shook his head. “You can’t keep using women for sex. This is why you have all those problems with Meg.”
“She used me for sex.” My grin grew broader. “And now I’m back to peak performance. I should have fucked her before the debate. Oh, well, lesson learned.”
“You should have waited until she actually accepted your apology,” Mace said. “You’re in a toxic feedback pattern. You need to make some changes in your life.”
Normally I would have jumped down my younger brother’s throat for that comment, but I had just gotten laid, and I was riding high. Instead, I messed up his hair, which I knew he hated.
