He drives a finger deep, making sure I’m prepared. I glance at the door, sending up a silent prayer that no one comes back for a snack. Or anything else.
Gabe notices my attention and leans closer as he replaces his finger with the head of his cock. One slow swipe down my slit to coat himself, then he’s pushing inside. “We’ll have to be quiet.”
I nod, so eager to feel him inside me again, I’m almost tearing up. “Gabe?—”
“Princess.”
Oh, he’s back to his old, confident, cocky-assed self. Thank god.
“Fuck me.” I grab the edges of his suit jacket and yank him down and forward.
His dark laugh fans over my lips, and I lift my head to kiss him. To beg him to wash away the lastweek. To replace all the terrible memories with something better. With my ass teetering at the edge of the table, he thrusts deep. One long, smooth stroke that fills my pussy.
I sigh into his mouth and chase the sound with my tongue. He sucks me inside, and delight explodes through my brain. Moaning, we parry back and forth. He grinds that magnificent cock into me, over and over.
Wrapping my thighs around his back opens me to even deeper thrusts. He slips his hands beneath my back and clamps his hands over my shoulders, anchoring me for the brewing storm. I know exactly what’s coming. Welcome it.
Tearing his lips from mine, he puts every bit of his energy into pounding me, the beefy head of his cock teasing me just right. Biting my lower lip, my eyelids shut as I chase my orgasm.
“So close,” I breathe.
“I know, sweetheart,” he whispers back. “Feel you clamping my dick.”
I’m not sure my vagina’s ever going to be the same after this. We’re pressed so tight, my clit is actually getting a little action too. And if he wasn’t holding me still, his hips would be shoving me across the tabletop. Heck, I’d probably end up in a heap on the floor on the other side ofthe room.
Suddenly, he straightens, pulling out. “Flip over, Princess.”
Oh, gosh. I’m not even sure I can stand at this point. My muscles are lust drunk, my knees weak, but those talented hands help me up, turning my hips. A palm coasts over whatever bare skin he can touch, pushing me forward until I’m flattened, hands braced on either side of my breasts.
Then he’s back, sliding deep. Pumping hard, he groans softly and tangles a hand into the French twist at the back of my head. My eyes prickle at the delicious sting of pain.
I have a single second to worry about walking out of here with ‘just fucked’ hair. A single second, and then my G-spot lights up like a fireworks show. I bite the edge of my fist to keep from crying out.
Gabe’s hips slam against my ass once more. Twice. Then he stills, buried deep, cock releasing jet after jet of hot cum. We stay locked together, chests heaving. His zipper bites into my ass cheek.
Thoroughly spent, he pulls out, brushing a kiss against my spine. We melt onto the floor next to each other, breathing hard and blissed out.
“I’m never going to look at this room the same way again,” I say around gasps for air. How am I so winded when I didn’t do any of the work?
“Same.”
Only then do I glance up at the corners of the room, ice washing through me as I expect to see security cameras. But I don’t.
That’s right. Like the Chanler & Cort building, the offices that house Winter-Farmington are stuck in the last century. I’ve never been so thankful for the lapse in updates before.
That orgasm was worth the potential for leaked X-rated videos.
His phone buzzes again. “I guess we should go put his mind at ease.”
“In a minute.” I glance around for my shoes. “I’m still trying to figure out if I can stand.”
“I’ll carry you.”
“How can you walk?” How could anyone walk after that? I feel like I’m literally made of Jell-O. Strawberry-flavored, of course.
“You’re right. We’ll go home eventually.”
“Eventually,” I agree with a dreamy smile.
