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  I’d never done that before.

  If you’d asked me before last night if I would have liked it, I would have said HELL no!

  But I did.

  He’d taken me outside of myself and led me to do something I never would have asked for on my own… and I loved it.

  And then he’d gone and been a total dick.

  I hated him for walking away from me after sex like that…

  But, paradoxically, it made me want him more. It was the opposite of every clingy, needy guy I’d ever been with. The kind who were just so happy to get laid that they rolled over at every opportunity.

  I was so angry at him… but I was kind of turned on by it, too.

  It was a fucked-up kind of obsession.

  I lay there, tossing and turning, unable to sleep… until I finally gave in and started touching myself. Pretending it was him massaging me… caressing me… licking me…

  I came like a rocket.

  Somewhat sated, I drifted off to sleep with a big grin on my face.

  You fucked me, Mr. Secret Passageway Billionaire Architect… now I’M going to fuck YOU.

  8

  No answer from Grant when I wake up at 7. He is a billionaire; maybe they sleep late.

  Still pisses me off, but I get ready and go into work.

  I walk past the gawking stares of the guys in the cubicles and enter my private office. Not a corner office, but hey – it has a window, and I can close the door and have complete privacy.

  Guess who’s sitting there behind my desk.

  He’s just as gorgeous as Saturday night. Now he’s dressed in a charcoal grey suit with a maroon silk tie, and he’s wearing the same impish smile as he holds up my cell phone.

  “As requested,” he grins. “By the way, nice custom security system. My tech team couldn’t crack it at all.”

  I actually drop my purse in shock. My mouth hangs open.

  He stands up from the desk and walks around. Shuts the door as he stands there towering over me.

  I can smell him again – that intoxicating scent he probably had custom made from some parfumier in Paris.

  “Didn’t think I’d actually track you down, did you?” he growls playfully.

  “What are you – what are you doing here?” I gasp.

  “Well, when a woman sends me a threatening text about my monetary accounts, I tend to sit up and take notice.”

  I blush furiously. “I just wanted my phone back.”

  “Sure you did,” he says, and leans in and kisses me.

  I’m too surprised to do anything but let him.

  Within seconds, I’m weak in the knees. His arms encircle my waist and pull me in. His tongue parts my lips. His hands reach down and cup my ass –

  “No, stop,” I gasp as I push away.

  “Why?” he asks naughtily, one eyebrow raised.

  “You walked out on me!” I hiss.

  “And I walked back in,” he grins.

  “I – I – you don’t get to just walk out like that and show up like this!”

  “Why not?” he asks as he nuzzles my neck. My legs are barely keeping me up straight. “You called me here.”

  “To give me back my phone!”

  “Done. Now I’m going to give you something else.”

  I try to envision what the ‘something else’ is, and he starts nibbling my earlobe. I’m about to faint, I’m so turned on.

  “I’m at work,” I protest. “People could just walk in.”

  He clicks the lock button on my door handle.

  “They could knock!” I say.

  He grabs a Post-It note and writes a few words:

  In a meeting – DO NOT INTERRUPT

  Then he opens the door, slaps the Post-It on the outside, and closes and locks it again.

  He looks at me like, Well? Any more objections?

  “This is crazy,” I whisper.

  “Yes, it is,” he says. “Eve?”

  “…yes?”

  “Give me what I want,” he growls, and kisses me again, full on the mouth.

  Give me what I want.

  Oh man.

  I go limp in his arms as he kisses me.

  This time his hands clutch my ass and pull me against him. I can feel his cock again, thick but not quite hard in his pants… though it’s getting harder.

  I’m fighting my rising desire, trying to come up with reasons why I shouldn’t go any further.

  God only knows how far he wants to take it.

  Probably all the way.

  Unfortunately, that thought doesn’t dissuade me.

  It just makes me wet.

  “We can’t do this,” I moan as he pulls on the hair at the nape of my neck, exposing my throat to his kisses.

  “You’re right, we shouldn’t do this,” he murmurs as he kisses down my neck to the ‘V’ of my low-cut blouse.

  But the ‘we shouldn’t do this’ triggers memories of Saturday night, and it breaks the spell.

  “Ohhhh no, you’re not pulling any more of that Jedi mind crap on me,” I say, pushing his head away from my cleavage.

  He grins. “You haven’t ever fantasized about having sex at the office before?”

  Actually, I have fantasized about having sex at the office. There have been a lot of lonely, horny nights spent doing last-minute work projects when what I really wanted was a great lay.

  He can see it in my eyes that the answer is ‘yes.’ And from there on, he knows I’m hooked. It’s just a matter of reeling me in.

  “You’ve never thought about fucking on your desk? On that desk right there?” he asks, gesturing with his head behind me. “You’ve never thought about a guy picking you up…”

  As he speaks, he grabs me under my legs and hoists me into the air. I stifle a scream because I don’t want anybody outside to hear – but what he’s doing is turning me on ferociously.

  “…and laying you on your desk… just sweeping off all the papers…”

  He flings a pile of papers onto the floor.

  I’m normally a neatnik and a bit of a control freak, so it’s a measure of how turned on I am that I just don’t give a damn.

  He lays me down gently on the desk, like I might break. Then he takes my legs and straightens them up against his body, so that my heels are next to his ears.

  “…pushing up your skirt… pulling off your panties…”

  His fingers are so skilled, I barely realize that my skirt is around my waist and my panties are sliding off as he says the words.

  I’m expecting him to whip it out and do the Wham, Bam, take a long time and give you lot of orgasms before I say Thank You, Ma’am thing… but he surprises me.

  “Kiss down your legs…”

  He starts kissing the backs of my calves… the back of my knees… my thighs…

  “…and then taste you.”

  Suddenly his tongue is between my legs.

  Oh my fucking God.

  He starts close to my ass, at the very back of my pussy, and lightly licks all the way up to the top. Then he goes back down, his tongue probing deeper, separating my lips, sinking inside me.

  I have to try really hard to keep from crying out.

  He starts licking and sucking – first my lips, then moving up to my clit. He runs the tip of his tongue around it wetly, coaxing me, teasing me. Then he starts sucking lightly on my clit, pulling it gently inside his mouth as he uses his tongue to massage me, tickle me, lick me all over.

  Now I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to stop from making any noise.

  His tongue withdraws, and I’m all like, Noooooo!

  But he was getting something else wet.

  His finger.

  It slides between my lips, delicately stroking inside me as his tongue returns to licking me.

  He is pressing gently in all the right places… and then not so gently. The pad of his finger rubs wetly back and forth over my g-spot as his tongue swirls over my clit.

  I’m coming.

  I
can’t help myself – oh God, I’m coming on my desk, in my office, with 30 coworkers outside, as the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met is going down on me.

  I put my arm over my mouth and basically scream into the sleeve of my blouse, trying to muffle as much as I can. I can’t contain the waves of pleasure that are pulsating through my body, my legs, my arms.

  My whole body trembles and bucks, and then finally quiets down as my contractions subside. He waits until my orgasm is basically done – he’s so in tune with what I want and what I’m feeling, it’s unreal – and then he picks me up off the desk again like a ragdoll.

  I love this feeling… his arms so strong around me after he’s just gone down on me… after he’s just given me a mind-blowing orgasm…

  But he’s definitely not finished.

  He sits down in my plush leather chair and arranges me effortlessly so that I’m straddling him. I can feel his cock pressing hard through the material of his pants against me.

  He starts to unzip his fly.

  “Wait,” I say.

  He stops and looks at me. I can tell he’s annoyed.

  “I want to see your body,” I whisper.

  The intent look turns to a grin, and he nods.

  I undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. God, he’s fucking gorgeous. Incredible chest… pronounced muscles… washboard abs. I want to see his arms – his biceps are so big they’re straining against his sleeves – but he seems impatient, and I don’t want to make him shuck off his jacket.

  I let my fingers trail lightly down his massive pecs, through the light scattering of hair on his chest. I touch his hard, small nipples… then move down to his abs, which feel like they’re carved out of wood under the skin.

  He grunts as I unbuckle his belt, unzip him, and reach in and free his cock.

  Oh God.

  I didn’t get to see much of him in the darkness outside the hotel.

  He’s absolutely mouthwatering. Big and pink and thick. Swollen head. Thatch of neat, dark hair around his base. And hard… so hard. He’s jutting up at a 45 degree angle to his body, and he seems almost immovable, he’s so stiff.

  I take him in my hand. He fills up my grasp.

  Oh my God, just touching him makes me even wetter… even after him going down on me.

  He seemingly feels the same, because he groans and throws his head back. I softly stroke him, up and down, pausing to tickle his balls, then moving back up his shaft.

  He spasms a few times – slowly, not super-fast like he’s coming – and a tiny, clear bead of pre-cum wells up from the slit in his head.

  Oh God… I want to taste it so bad…

  So I do. I lean over and put my mouth on the head of his cock

  I can’t believe I’m doing this

  and I lick and suck.

  He’s salty and unexpectedly sweet, all at once.

  I want more.

  I move my lips over his entire head and caress him with my mouth and tongue. Slowly moving my head up and down, taking just a small amount of his impressive cock in my mouth.

  I love the soft feel of his skin contrasted with the hard swell of his shaft. The heat. The salty-sweet taste. My pussy is aching to have what my mouth is enjoying so much.

  He groans and grasps my hair, lightly forcing me down. Not hard, not enough that I can’t resist, but he’s letting me know he wants more. That he likes it.

  Normally I would balk at a guy forcing me further down during a blow job, but I love the feeling of control he has over me. The feeling that he is making me do it, that I am putty in his hands.

  Suddenly he lifts me off his cock. My mouth pops! wetly off his head.

  I look at him in slightly hurt surprise, like Didn’t you like it?!

  But with one swift motion, he shows me he has other plans.

  He pulls me back up to straddling him. His left hand is cupping my ass, and the right hand is grasping the base of his shaft.

  He is pushing the crown of his cock against the naked, wet flesh of my pussy. Rubbing the wet head over my clit.

  Oh my God that feels amazing. His skin is so soft, so wet, so swollen… so hot against my pussy… I close my eyes and let my mouth hang open, a few small moans escaping my throat.

  “I’m clean,” he says. When I look at him, his face is intense and dark and almost in pain. “I want to fuck you without a condom.”

  I can’t think. All I can feel is his hot, hard, wet cock rubbing against my clit, taking me closer and closer to orgasm every second. I’m aching to have it inside me.

  “Just don’t… just don’t come inside me,” I gasp. I have an IUD, but I’m still not ready for that.

  He nods, and with a slight pressure under my ass and a slight change of angle with his other hand, that swollen head is right beneath me, barely separating my lips.

  And then he grabs my waist with his left hand and slowly forces me down.

  OH GOD – OH GOD –

  There is no comparison between a penis covered in latex and a wet, hard, throbbing cock sliding like silk inside your pussy.

  Jesus… I can feel every square millimeter of his skin as that stiff shaft parts me and slowly eases deep inside me.

  He’s going in so easy… it doesn’t matter how big he is… I’m so wet, I’m so turned on, I’m ready to take every inch of him inside me.

  I sink down, then down further, the increasing thickness of his shaft spreading me deliciously wider apart until I think I can’t take anymore… and then he eases inside me another inch.

  All the while, he’s forced my blouse up and has unhooked my bra, and is cupping my breasts in his hands. Massaging them. Pinching my nipples hard, then letting up, only to roll them between his thumb and forefingers and pinch them again.

  I’m moaning and almost crying with pleasure by the time I finally settle down all the way against the base of his cock.

  He starts moving his hips back and forth, rubbing himself deep inside me, rocking inside me. I’m barely able to keep myself upright from the delectable pressure, so I grasp his neck with my arms and let my head rest on his shoulder as he continues to move deep inside me.

  Then he grabs my waist with both his hands and starts to move me up and down, as easily as if he were handling a doll.

  The feeling of being manhandled by him is exquisite; the sensation of his cock coming halfway out of me, and then my body plunging back down on it, is bliss.

  I start using my legs and I go faster, higher. I get all the way up to his thick, swollen head before I plummet back down, taking him all the way inside me. I’m riding him like a porn star, bouncing up and down in that chair, all those thick inches disappearing deep inside my pleasure-starved body.

  I start to come. The slick wetness of his cock sliding deep inside me… the pressure he’s putting on my clit from the inside of my pussy… the way he fills me up all the way… the way he touches me deep inside… all of it adds up to a mindblowing, rolling orgasm that swells inside me. It races like fire up and down my spine. I can feel one series of contractions subside, then another batch starts up, taking me higher as I pound harder and deeper on his cock, clutching that gorgeous, rock hard chest, feeling my fingertips rake over his deeply etched abs.

  I look at him, though, and he’s clenching his jaw. He’s wearing a look of the most intent concentration I’ve ever seen.

  I stop bobbing up and down in his lap.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” he grunts in a guttural voice, and he uses his hands to lift me and then force me back down on his cock, over and over.

  My orgasm, which had been ebbing due to my surprise at his expression, suddenly doubles in force, and I’m doing my best not to scream.

  “What’s – wrong?” I barely eke out between contractions of ecstasy.

  “Just… tell me… when you’re… finished coming,” he says through gritted teeth, like he’s in mortal pain.

  “I can stop – ” I say, and I halt my bobbing motion.

  “NO,” he g
rowls, and forces me back down. “COME FOR ME.”

  Oh Jesus.

  I can’t say no to that.

  I grab the back of his head and work his cock with everything I’ve got. And I do it for my own pleasure. I rock it back and forth inside me, pressing it everywhere I want, luxuriating in the feeling of complete fullness, rotating my hips, moving up and down when I want him to touch me right there oh God yes. I finally collapse against his chest, a trembling, shaking mess.

  “Are you finished?” he croaks like a dying man.

  I nod ‘yes’ against his shoulder. That’s all I can do.

  “OH GOD,” he hisses, and pulls me up off his cock. It’s a shock at first. Then I feel his hand pressing his cock hard against my clit and lips. Yet he’s so slick and wet with my juices that there is barely any friction – just wet, slippery, glorious pressure. He grinds me down the length of his shaft. I start shuddering again from the direct contact with my clit –

  And then suddenly he’s coming.

  His shaft contracts in violent spasms. I can feel the contractions against my pussy. Thick, white cum is spewing out the tip of his cock – six inches straight up in the air, spattering against my belly, landing on his tan abs, running down his swollen head into the dark thatch of his pubic hair.

  I come even harder as I see it – as I feel the hot wetness splash my skin, as I see it pool up in the ridges of his abs. So much cum… so hot and sticky and lovely…

  All I can think is that next time, I want it all inside me.

  “Oh my GOD,” he gasps, and then he pulls me down and kisses me roughly, our sticky bodies pressed together, and I kiss him back passionately as the final overwhelming waves of my orgasm settle back down into a hum of contented pleasure.

  9

  And then I gradually come back to reality.

  I can’t believe I just did that.

  I

  cannot

  BELIEVE

  I

  just

  did

  that.

  I grab a box of tissues out of my desk, and we do our best to clean ourselves up.

  I kind of want to clean him up – just so I can touch his body again – but I’m too abashed. So I just concentrate on myself.