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The phones ringing, the elevator chiming – every sound I heard on a daily basis got me hard as a fucking rock as Sara sat on my lap in the conference room, squeezing the edge of the table as she fucked me under her skirt. She felt incredible, her pussy gripping me, absolutely milking my cock as she bounced on it.

“Oh God, Julian. I’m going to be loud,” Sara warned.

“Be loud,” I muttered, sliding my hand up to her neck as her pussy clenched around me like a vise. A sharp moan escaped her lips. “Shit,” I grinned.

“I warned you.”

“I liked it.” I dropped my hand to rub her clit.

She cried out sharply again, arcing her body so far back I caught the base of her ponytail and pulled her lips onto mine. My balls churned as I swept my tongue through her open mouth.

“Come on my cock, Sara. I can feel your pussy tightening around me,” I growled, stroking furiously between her legs till I felt her sex pulsing rapidly around me.

I clamped a firm hand over her mouth when she came, her cries muffled against my palm as I gazed down at her full tits. They shook hard, those rosy nipples so tight they looked like candy.

The visual sent me over the edge.

“Come inside me, Julian.”

Fuck it. Maybe that did.

A low groan tore from my throat as my orgasm slammed into me. The satisfaction continued to roll through my body as Sara kept swiveling gently around me, her eyes peering over her shoulder at me as she drew every drop of my cum out the way she fucking loved to do.

Jesus Christ, this woman was something.

We kept our eyes pinned on each other as we caught our breath. I couldn’t stop staring at her if I tried, and just when I thought she couldn’t get sexier, she reached across the table to grab the badly wrinkled itinerary.

“I had a question about who would be giving the tour on day two. Is it going to be the staff there or me?” she asked, her little smile acknowledging the fact that she was still sitting on my lap, and my dick was still throbbing inside her.

“It’s going to be a bit of both, depending on how well acquainted we can get you with the resort in the time that we’re there alone,” I answered, barely able to keep a straight face.

But she kept the questions coming as my dick went soft inside her, my hands still playing gently with her tits as we reviewed the schedule. It was insanely hot, and I swore to God at that moment that I could marry this woman.

Unsurprisingly, I was ready to go again within ten minutes.

19

SARA

“Thank God it’s finally perfect out.” Lia slid her shades on as she tipped her head back, basking under the sun of the breezy mid-seventies weather.

Last week’s heat wave was officially over with, making the twentieth-floor terrace lounge at Hoult Tower the new spot to have lunch. It was a gorgeous space with black rattan benches, white pillows and bright, leafy green plants serving as partitions for privacy. Thank God for that, because there was no guessing what might come out of Lia’s mouth.

“Maybe your sex life with Julian controls the weather.”

And there it was. I adjusted Julian’s Persols on my face as I turned my head slowly to her.

“I hesitate to ask, but what in the fresh hell are you talking about?”

“How do you not see it?” she sassed. “The heat wave came when you guys were being cold and mean to each other. Now it’s gone because you’ve been having nonstop sweaty office sex. And it’s particularly cool out today because you guys… really went for it this morning, I mean damn.”

She wasn’t wrong about that, and I knew I’d regret telling her, but this morning’s romp was way too good to be kept a secret.

“I think he learned that move from Lukas.”

“Lia!” I jolted upright. “Ew!”

“What? I’m talking about the location, not the actual positions! But fine, fine, Lukas did not invent fucking in the bathroom,” Lia conceded as I buried my face in my hands.


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