Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I pull her panties to the side, feeling like I’m in fucking heaven. Office fantasies come to life, and wishes are fulfilled. Slipping a finger into Raven’s tight pussy, we both gasp as her warm tightness envelops my finger and I stroke her inner walls. I know I hit that sensitive spot the moment she covers her mouth with her hand and tries to stifle her moans.
Fuck, I love playing with her, toying with her like she was made for my enjoyment. I lean back, enjoying the view and needing to prolong it.
“Keep telling me about your analysis,” I tell Raven as I withdraw my finger. With my other hand, I undo my belt and pants, my cock springing straight up as I do. “Have a seat. Tell me all you can see.”
Raven looks at my cock, swallowing her nervousness, and I realize… this time, there’s no condom.
Fuck.
“I’m on birth control,” she says before I can say anything. “It’s alright if… you’re alright with…”
I nod once and stroke my cock, eager to be in her again.
Raven smiles and backs into me, sinking onto my stiff cock as she sits down in my lap. We both moan thickly as I enter her.
Pleasure is instant, and so is the desire to fuck her over the desk, but I resist, drawing out our pleasure.
Turning her head, she kisses me, and in her kiss, I know that the risks are worth it. Our tongues massage against one another, enjoying the warmth and intimacy. I play with her clit, adding to the intensity as Raven lifts herself up and down on my cock. Fuck, she’s too fucking good.
I reach around her waist, pulling her back to me and lifting her legs off the ground. She plants her feet on the edge of my desk as I caress her body, kissing her neck and thrusting slowly in and out of her.
Fucking heaven. Every stroke is deep, and each feels better than the last as I push the high of falling further and further. She throws her head back, and I kiss her neck, nipping the lobe of her ear and then kissing her in that sensitive spot just below.
“So, should I close the deal, darling?” I ask teasingly as I undo her blouse, stroking her breasts through her bra. “Seventeen million?”
I don’t give a shit about the deal right now, but I like this naughty mix of business and pleasure. But only with her. My Raven.
“Do it,” Raven gasps, and I speed up, thrusting deeper into her. She grips the arms of my chair as she steadies us. Between her feet on my desk, the rocking of my chair, and my own hips, we’re tumbling back and forth in desire, letting our passions guide us. “It’s worth the risk.”
God, is she. I can feel my balls tighten, her walls gripping me. “Raven… fuck,” I grunt, and she cries out softly, slamming down on my cock as she leads me into ecstasy. Her fluttering, clenching walls trigger me, and I explode, grunting as we find our release together.
She hisses, “Yes…”
Fuck, yes.
I’m all too aware as we come down from the high that this is a dangerous game we’re playing. My breathing is still heavy as I glance at the clock. It’s late, but not too late.
We could stay a bit longer. Go again.
Fuck… I’m already thinking about the next time.
She has some kind of fucking hold on me. And all I know is that I want more.
CHAPTER 15
RAVEN
Walking up the last half flight of stairs, I note how badly my thighs ache, and it’s not from the effort of climbing the very familiar stairs.
It’s from giving in to the temptation that is him.
The warm butterflies stir inside me as I reach the top stair and almost sway drunkenly. I lay a hand on the wall, steadying myself and taking a deep breath. If I am drunk, it’s on one thing—sex with Dylan.
God damn, can Dylan do things to my body. In addition to the feeling between my legs, my skin still tingles where he touched me, and my throat still aches from the cry I held back at the end in deference to our location. He might’ve reassured me about the lock, elevator, and potential audience, but I’m no fool. I learned that lesson the first time. Well, mostly.
Dylan Sharpe shook me from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair, from my brain to my pussy to my soul. And I get to do it all again tomorrow.
Unable to stop smiling, I get my door open and half stumble inside, where I hear a hoot and a cheer from Ami. “Hell yeah, the gang’s all here!”
I wince, having forgotten about tonight’s plans. I’m quick to correct my expression and give an excited tone when I say, “It’s your birthday!”