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I’ve never felt anything like this before. This visceral, crazy-good pleasure. He’s completely focused on making me come, and that’s all I want to do.

My legs are splayed wide, his hand moving at a steady rhythm, the wet sounds of my body driving me mad until I’m shuddering, my thighs shaking.

“Oh, God.”

I’ve never been loud during sex. Staying quiet was easier, in case I did something wrong. But today I could scream the whole damn building down.

“Are you going to come for me, Lissa?” he asks. “I’m here for you, as long as it takes.”

That’s it. My body clenches around the shape inside me as he shoves it impossibly deep, his fingers inside me too as my body clenches around it so hard I see stars.

It’s the best orgasm of my life. No others even come close.

I collapse against the wall, his hand releasing my throat, watching me for a minute, that same look of approval in his eyes.

“I’m going to take it out now. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

He pulls it free and places it to the side, balancing it on its end as it glistens in the dim light of the room.

I’m still breathless, panting, as his big hands lift me gracefully back to the floor. I struggle to balance, and he supports me for a moment as I lean against him. He smells good, like laundry detergent and spicy deodorant.

And then he lets me go and returns to sit behind his desk. The shift is jarring and unpleasant after the intimacy of what just happened.

I stare at him, feeling disappointed, and then quickly pull myself together.

Jesus, get your head in the game, Lissa. This is your fucking job.

I wonder if I should do something crass like thank him or tell him that it was a completely life-changing experience, but instead, I just walk to my pile of clothes and slowly get dressed.

I didn’t even offer to return the favor. What the hell was I thinking? Shit.

“Is there anything you need?” I ask lamely, once I’m ready to go. My stomach flips as I realize it’s five-thirty. Less than an hour spent in his company, and he didn’t even get off.

“No, thank you, Lissa. That was sufficient.”

Sufficient.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Yes. Have a good evening.”

He doesn’t look up as I leave the room, and I walk out of the office in a post-orgasmic daze.

Chapter 9

Oliver

Iwait until the door closes behind Lissa before I rise and start to reset the office. My cock is straining in my pants, aching for release, but I ignore it.

I like this part, methodically putting everything back to the way it was.

I’m not sure what possessed me to buy quite so many ‘objects’ for my office this time. I’ve had a supplier for several years and I buy things from time to time. The seat is something I’ve had for a while, too, but a lot of the other items are brand new.

I’d never used the sculpture before, until today. I’m not sure why I held back; maybe it never felt right, or her proportions were just the right shape for it.

Either way, I’m glad I waited. Jesus, that was hot. And her body isflawless. I could stare at it all day.

I think of her sitting naked in front of my desk as I take back-to-back calls, staring at that alabaster skin for hours on end. My cock starts to leak.