“I wasn’t planning to take off your blindfold.”
He couldn’t see the shocked look on my face. It was hard to imagine it now, in retrospect. What if he hadn’t? I’d have gone to work every day completely oblivious.
“Why did you?”
“I didn’t like you not knowing it was me, and I figured I was safe from a sexual harassment complaint once you were begging for me to do this.”
The air left my lungs when he stopped talking and shoved his face into my pussy. I arched my back, and with the confusion finally sorted out, I came in a heated rush, collapsing on the cool desktop, electricity washing through every inch of my body. For a moment, the only sound was my heavy breathing.
“You’re supposed to only come on my cock.” His voice was wicked. The wheels of his chair squeaked as he rose, and there was the sound of his belt and zipper being undone. I was still recovering when a condom wrapper tore open.
“If I could, I’d ask you if you want this.” The head of his dick slipped between my folds, teasing me. It was a question framed as a statement. He was already doing so much better than I did.
“Yes. Do you?”
“Fuck, yes.” He wasn’t as gentle this time when he pushed inside me.
“Whoa,” I gasped in discomfort. “Slower.”
“Sorry,” he whispered, freezing. He held still and let me slowly back myself onto him until he was as deep as he could go.
“Move,” I half-commanded, half-begged.
He did
as I asked, easing himself out and then back in at a luxurious pace. Here, on his desk with all the lights on and my panties around my knees. His hands roved over my body, slipping under my shirt to cup my bra-covered breast.
“Take off your shirt,” he said.
I tore it up over my head, and he made a noise of appreciation when he saw the bra. I had wanted to talk to him in a place safe from beds, but somehow when I dressed this morning, I knew it was irrelevant. I was going to let him have me again if he could explain himself adequately. So I’d worn the sexiest lingerie I owned for him.
He filled his hands with my breasts, the pads of his thumbs skimming over the sensitive flesh just above the low-cut cups.
“You should ask me what I’m thinking about,” he urged.
Oh, right. I’d forgotten about that perk. “What are you thinking about?”
“That the cleaning crew has a key to my office and will be here soon.”
I had been expecting something sexy and that definitely wasn’t it.
“So I’m going to fuck you hard and fast,” he continued. “Feel free to come as many times as you like.”
That was better. He drove into me, thrusting harder and harder with each pass until I was breathless and frantic. My fingers clawed at the desk, seeking something to hold onto, and found the edge out before me. I curled my hands around it as he grabbed a fistful of hair at the base of my skull.
He pulled back, hard. It wasn’t painful, but it made me crazy with lust. He put his lips on the side of my neck. This made me channel my inner porn star. “Do you like my tight pussy?”
“I fucking love it.”
Oh, shit, he was going to make me come. His furious thrusts sent my hipbones banging into the drawer of his desk, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was the release that threatened and the blood rushing in my ears. But if that’s all I could think about, what about him?
“What are you thinking about now?”
He hesitated.
“Rule two, Logan.”
“I’m thinking about how you’ll react if I do this.” He licked the pad of his thumb and slipped it between my cheeks, pressing down on my other entrance. This felt dirty, but not as bad as what he’d done with his mouth. Naughty. Taboo.