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“You.” He slammed into me again, his grip on my hips a steel vise as he pounded into me with a speed that had me grippingthe desk until my knuckles were white. He continued bashing into me, his meaty cock even better than I remembered, the sound of his grunts filling the room.
Suddenly, he stopped, grabbing my sides and pulling me off the desk so I was slung around his hips, his cock buried so deep. I flung my arms around his neck and crashed my lips against his as he turned me around and pressed my back against the window. I swirled my hips in a slow grind, feeling every delicious inch rove through me.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my mouth before sinking his teeth lightly into my shoulder.
I continued grinding against him, feeling the throb of his cock inside me, as the city lights were at my back, savoring this moment I had been waiting so long for. As I felt the pleasure begin to ripple through me with each push down onto his cock, I whispered his name on a wave of pleasure. Hearing my name whispered back against the crook of my neck was my undoing.
Chapter 20
Chester
Juliet laid her head on my chest, her bare legs wrapped around me as I stared up at the ceiling. We had finally caught our breath after having sex against the window of my office, giving anyone who was this high up quite an eyeful. Thankfully, we were theonlyones this high up. It was why I bought this building. Not to have sex against the window on the top floor, but to be above everyone else in the surrounding area.
I reached my hand up and stroked the back of her head, her long blonde ponytail coming loose until her hair spilled over my chest. “Mmm.” She sighed, her breath warm against my skin. As spent as I was, my cock twitched at the sound of her breathy sigh.
“Down, boy,” she said, feeling the movement against her leg.
“I can’t help it,” I admitted.
“I know the feeling,” she said, smiling up at me before nuzzling back into my chest.
“Was this your plan all along?” I asked, continuing to run my fingers through her soft hair. “To wear me down little by little?”
“Maybe.” She giggled. “You lasted a lot longer than I hoped you would.”
“I was trying to keep it professional,” I said, giving her hair a little tug.
She let out a little squeal and propped herself up on her elbow to look at me, still wearing the sleeveless polo shirt from our day at the golf course. We were too impatient to take off all the layers of clothing. I twisted my mouth in disapproval at the fact she was still so covered up.
“Professional is not making suggestive comments to your assistant,” she scolded.
“Oh, and wearing no underwear is professional?” I asked, raising a brow.
“Touché,” she said, biting back a smile.
I lifted my face to hers and nipped at her bottom lip with my teeth.
“Hey!” she said.
“That’s what you get for being such a tease.”
“You’re one to talk, after what you did to me on that desk.”
“God. That was fun,” I said, lying back down and putting my hands behind my head triumphantly.
“You’re such an ass,” she muttered, settling back down on my chest.
I let out a deep chuckle. I loved shit talking with Juliet. She could give it as much as she could take it, which made our banter that much more fun. I would stay there all night. Nothing was really stopping us. At least, I didn’t think so, but then we heard voices just outside the door. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8 o’clock.
“Shit. The cleaning crew,” I said, sitting up suddenly, bringing her head with me.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered in a panic.
I went to close the door, but her hair was tangled in the buttons of my shirt.
“Ow,” she yelped.
“Fuck. I’m sorry,” I said, trying to untangle the long strands of hair that had somehow knotted themselves around the buttons. It was no use. The cleaning cart was rolling closer now.
