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“Yes.” He undoes his belt and fly and lets his pants and boxers fall to his thighs. His cock stands at attention as he strokes it a few times, eyes locked on mine.

By the time he rolls the condom over his length, I can feel the slickness building again between my legs. I gather up my skirt and start to turn around so I’m facing the wall, but Casey gives a sharp shake of his head.

“No. I want you looking at me as I fuck you, Trina.”

My breath catches, and my first inclination is to refuse. His gaze is dangerous, and I’m already perilously close to the edge.

But when Casey tells me to do something, I comply. That’s our thing. So I lean back against the wall and give him my best, challenging look as I spread my legs and hike up my skirt.

He presses himself to me, pushing my panties to the side again and lining himself up with my entrance. I hook a leg over his hip to give him easier access, but he cups his hands under my ass and lifts me off the ground so my weight is half supported by the wall and half by him. He uses the leverage to push forward, and with a few thrusts, he’s fully seated. The glorious length of him fills me to the brim. He fits me perfectly. I don’t think there’s been anyone who has ever been as perfect for me, or who has ever made me feel this good.

I must have made a noise because Casey covers my mouth with his, and his lips on mine heightens the sensation as he pulses in and out of me. At first, his pace is almost torturously slow, but as if he can’t hold himself back, he picks up speed.

He pulls his head back and looks me in the eyes. “You’re beautiful like this,” he whispers. “Giving yourself over to me, losing yourself in me. You’re a work of art.”

“Oh god,” I breathe. “Casey.”

“I love when you say my name,” he mutters into my ear. “I want my name to be the only one you say like that.”

When I turn my head, I find he’s already watching me. Once his gaze captures mine again, I can’t look away.

“That’s it, baby. Eyes on me,” he encourages as he shifts me slightly so my clit hits his pelvis with every thrust.

“Oh,” I exclaim. “Yes. Please, Casey. Don’t stop.”

“Can you come for me again?”

“Yes. I’m so close.” I want to shut my eyes, to focus on the sensations and tune out all the other noise, but I can’t look away from him. He has me in a chokehold with just his gaze, and I fear if I block him out, I’ll lose.

The combination of his body and his warm, brown eyes has my walls fluttering around him before I give myself over to the pleasure completely. Then, I do squeeze my eyes shut as I concentrate on making as little noise as possible while my orgasm crashes into me, wave after wave after wave.

Casey’s thrusts become faster, then he thickens as he empties himself into the condom and buries his face in my neck.

Our breathing eventually slows, and he pulls out of me, helping me stand again. I busy myself, fixing my panties and skirt and hair as I awkwardly try to avoid looking at him as he rights himself.

“This is normally the time where I offer you food,” he jokes. “But…uh…I don’t have any.”

“That’s okay.” I shrug. “I’m not hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.”

When I finally look at him, he looks exactly the same as when I walked in. His clothes aren’t even rumpled. It’s as if nothing just happened. Meanwhile, I don’t know if I look like a mess, but I sure feel like one. My heart is still racing, my lips feel bruised, my legs are weak, and there’s something settling in my chest that I can’t quite identify, or maybe I don’t want to.

I force myself to laugh lightly, the sound so incongruous with the emotions in my chest. “You got me there. But I do really want to get home and go over this offer with Imani. She’s been emailing me daily.”

Casey regards me strangely, his hands in his pockets. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Better than okay,” I rush to assure him. “Send that offer over. I’ll call you with updates.”

He frowns slightly. “You don’t need an update to call me.”

“I know,” I say.

We stand there in silence, neither of us seeming to want to make the first move. We’ve never done this before, where I’ve left immediately after. It doesn’t feel right, but I also know that I need a nice car ride with loud music to help me sort through everything that we said here, and if I don’t leave soon, it’ll make this messier than it already is.

So I take a step toward the door. “We’ll talk, Casey.”

He doesn’t say anything, so I quickly leave his office and make my way out into the humid, August evening.