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My hand moved, slipping two fingers into her mouth. At first, she didn’t know what to do, her mouth parting slightly to accommodate them. And then she figured it out, sucking on them softly, her tongue lapping at the tips. It only encouraged me to fuck her harder, the desk shaking beneath her ass, the legs bouncing along the tiled floors. If the employees didn’t already know what we were doing in here, they certainly did now.

I wanted to stay inside of her forever. I wanted to feel the warmth of her pussy wrapped around me until the end of fucking time. Her legs clenched around my hips, her pussy tightening as I watched her body arch towards me. As she came, I could feel my own orgasm about to pull me over the edge.

But I wasn’t ready to end this just yet.

Forcing myself to pull out, I gripped the base tightly, trying to think of anything but how soft and smooth her pussy felt against my cock, how warm and tight she was. I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out her beautiful lips, her eyes, that fucking look I knew she was giving me right now.

“Dante?” Her feet tentatively touched the floor, her ass half sliding off the desk.

“Turn around,” I growled, eyes flashing open. She stared at me for a few seconds, and I could see the refusal on the tip of her tongue.

I didn’t give her the chance to voice that opinion.

Her tits mashed against the desktop as I pulled her ass out against my cock, sliding the tip between the soft folds of her pussy. It wasn’t enough to send me back over the edge, but seeing her bent over her own desk about to be dominated made me want to plunge right back in.

So that’s exactly what I did.

Gripping her hips, I sank into her. My fingers tangled in her hair, messing up the bun at the base of her neck, but neither of us gave a shit. We were too wrapped up in the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her, the sound of our skin slapping together in the otherwise silent office. I just wanted to enjoy her a few more minutes before we had to return to the real world.

Her hips bucked against the edge of her desk, the table screeching across the tile as I pounded into her relentlessly. My muscles strained as I tried to hold back, trying to ignore the building organism that threatened to send me tumbling over. I didn’t want it to end like this. I wanted to prove to her that with this, at least, I controlled her.

Just before I knew I was about to burst, I yanked her head back until she was kneeling at my feet. Sienna cried out in surprise, her mouth opening just wide enough for me to slip my cock between those perfect lips. She struggled as the taste of her own juices met her tongue, but I held her firmly by the hair, forcing her to take it all.

“Fuck, you look good with my cock in your mouth.” My voice was thick with desire, with the strain of not coming too soon. My fingers tightened in her hair.

To my surprise, Sienna stopped resisting. Her tongue ran up the length of my shaft, swirling around the tip as she pulled back before swallowing it all over again. My cock throbbed in her throat before I felt myself tense, stifling my own cries as I shot load after load down her perfect throat. And still, she kept fucking going.

Shoving her back, I leaned on the desk, chest heaving as I stared down at her. Sienna watched me silently, emotionless.

“Holy fuck, Sienna—”

“Are you done?” Her voice was hoarse. Probably from the intense throat fucking that had just happened.

Her brusqueness reminded me that this wasn’t just a casual fuck. I straightened, yanking my pants back up around my waist as she gathered her own clothes, still on her knees.

Sneering down at her, I said, “Yeah, I’m done.” The sound of my buckle echoed around the room, mixing with the rustling of her slipping her slacks back over her thighs. I was halfway to the door before she stopped me.

“Why did you come here?” There was no curiosity in her voice, no softness.

Glancing over my shoulder, I studied her. Sienna’s hair was a mess now, tendrils curling around her ears, her neck. Her clothes were wrinkled, disheveled. And even then, she was still the hottest woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

“I came to tell you that you’ve been invited to dinner,” I said coolly.

“By who?”

“My father.” I watched the shock slowly drift across her face before indignation chased it away. “I’ll leave you to your work, but you’ll be expected at my family’s estate at seven on the dot. I’ll text you the address. Do try not to be late, dear.”

Her mouth opened as if to argue, but I didn’t give her the chance. Straightening my tie, I slipped out the door. As the door shut softly behind me, I looked up, noticing just how hard Sienna’s employees were trying not to look at me. I smirked, catching the eye of one woman a few cubicles away. Her face turned the most adorable shade of pink before her head disappeared behind the gray wall surrounding her desk.

I was telling Sienna the truth about why I’d been there. My father had invited her to dinner. As soon as I stepped into his office today, he’d let me know that dinner would be at seven and that both Sienna and I would be expected to attend. He was planning something, I could just feel it, but I had no idea what it was.

He might have already heard about Sienna’s rash decision to shut down the docks for the time being. Maybe he thought to try and pick up a few of her clients to ‘help her.’ At least, he’d try and make it seem like he was helping her. Sienna was too smart to fall for that, though. She’d see him coming from a mile away.

Just as I stepped out onto the sidewalk, my phone went off. Checking the name, I sighed. There was probably a bad reason why Killian was calling me this early in the morning. Normally, he’d either still be drunk or passed out from being drunk. I swiped the screen open, putting it to my ear.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, heading towards my car.

“Why do you think something’s wrong?” came the offended reply.


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