“You know I do, Jax,” she gasps as I pull my fingers out of her and lift her onto the desk. I pull her thighs wide apart before I drive my cock into her, making her gasp out loud.
“Fuck, Luce. You’re going to get me killed,” I groan as her pussy grips me like a vise. Even if someone walked in here right now, I wouldn’t stop. I am addicted to her. Isn’t that the only reason that would account for the complete craziness of fucking Alejandro Montoya’s daughter on his desk?
“Jax,” she gasps as what I’ve just said hits home. “He has cameras in here.”
“I know, Angel.” So, she does care about getting caught. I’m relieved about that, because I do too. This is not how I imagine him finding out about us. “I turned them all off before we got here. Don’t worry.”
“So you knew this would happen?” she purrs.
“You and me alone in a room? Of course this was going to happen.”
“But what if he realizes you’ve turned them off?”
I arch an eyebrow at her. She knows better than anyone what I do and how good I am at it. “I’m deeply offended that you would even ask me that.”
She bites on her lip, her eyes dark with lust as she pulls my face closer to hers. “Of course. I forgot you’re the great Jackson Decker, hacker extraordinaire.”
I push her back so she’s lying flat on the desk, leaning over her as I drive my cock deeper inside her. “You forgot who I am?”
“Uh-huh,” she pants.
“Really?” I drive harder.
“God! No, Jax!” she shouts.
“That’s my girl. Who do you belong to, Luce?”
“You, Jax,” she whimpers. “Only you.”
“Damn right, baby. Now come on my cock like a good girl so we can get back to work.”
Her walls squeeze me deeper and she rakes her nails down my back as she comes hard and loud for me. I keep on railing into her until I find my own release. I kiss her forehead and she purrs like a contented kitten. That was incredibly stupid, but she makes me want to do completely reckless shit like this. I can’t think clearly when she’s around and that’s dangerous for a man in my line of work.
As soon as she stops shaking, I stand up and zip up my pants before helping her with her clothes.
“I’m just going to the bathroom to freshen up,” she says breathlessly.
“I don’t think so, Angel.”
She blinks at me. “What?”
I wrap and arm around her waist and press my lips against her ear. “You just made me fuck you on your father’s desk. Maybe spending the rest of the afternoon with my cum dripping out of your pussy will teach you not to do it again.”
She opens her mouth to speak, no doubt to argue with me, but maybe it’s the wicked grin on my face that makes her stop and think. “You really want me to go to our next meeting like that? With my panties damp?”
I slide my hand to her ass and squeeze possessively. We’re only going to meet with the city council about some parking issues involving the club. “Fuck, yes,” I growl. “I love marking you with my scent. And after our meeting, I’m going to peel them off you again and fuck you in the back of my truck.”
“Jax,” she sucks in a breath and grabs onto my shoulder as her cheeks flush pink. “Did you used to kiss your mother with that filthy mouth?”
“Only on Sundays after church,” I wink at her. “Shall we go?”
I can’t help the feeling of pride that surges in my chest when she takes hold of my arm and we stride out of the door with my cum leaking out of her pussy.