“Can I come on you?” I gasped out, still stroking myself, slow.
Devi shuddered. “Yes.”
Good. Because I was fucking coming, one way or another. Even if I had to spill on the floor. Would be a lot more satisfying jerking off onher.
I squeezed and shot off, groaning as I watched my own orgasm. My cock sliding in my grip, shooting a hot burst of come onto her pussy. Gush after gush of molten pleasure. I stroked a little, my body solid rock as I held still, the only movement this one act, turning myself inside-out all over her.
I grunted as the last few aftershocks pulsed through me. I milked my dick some more, squeezing every drop onto her waiting flesh. The perfect target.
When I was done, she was still panting. I wasn’t breathing so well myself. Kinda felt like I’d just sprinted up every stair in this building.
Devi stayed right where she was, trying to gather herself, maybe. Bent over the desk with her dress around her hips, exposed to me, my come dripping down her pussy and her ass.
I wanted to take a fucking picture.
I resisted the urge.
I pulled up my pants and did up my belt.
Then I leaned over her and said, “Good girl,” in her ear. Mostly because shewasbeing a good girl right now. And I liked it. But also to annoy her, maybe. Just a bit.
She didn’t want to fuck me?
Now that I wasn’t so stupid with arousal that I didn’t care… it kind of bugged me.
If that was another power play of hers, I didn’t even know who’d won.
Her eyes flashed when they met mine. Fire.
But also, satisfaction.
I slapped her ass casually as I stood up and fixed my shirt, and my heart rammed in my chest. “Now go clean up,” I told her. “I’m hungry.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Devi
Two days later, I found myself struggling not to reminisce in too much distracting detail about the intense finger fuck that happened on my new desk, as I unpacked in my new office. I was unwrapping my framed photo of Katie and trying to decide where I’d hang it on my new wall, when I heard someone walk into the agency.
Suri wasn’t at her new desk; she was setting up the office supply closet, down the hall. I looked out into the reception area and saw Shane Madrigal swaggering right into the meeting room, where Dane was working.
Dane greeted him by reluctantly getting to his feet and offering a handshake.
Shane was looking around; I could see him a bit through my glass wall. I moved to stand behind my open door—which was not see-through. Maybe because they were already talking and I’d already decided I was eavesdropping?
“What’s this shit about you can’t come tonight?” Shane was saying. “Aren’t you the boss?”
“I am,” Dane said. “I have plans with Devi tonight.”
Did he? This was news to me.
Or maybe it was just an excuse to get rid of Shane?
“So, are you really the boss?” Shane inquired. “Or is she?”
I couldn’t help rolling my eyes.
“What brings you by?” Dane said gruffly. It was nice to know he wasn’t just an asshole to me. No, he definitely spread that part of himself around.
