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“Can you give me a minute, Tyler? This is my boss.”

“Oh, sure,” he says, dropping her hand so that I can finally take a deep calming breath. “I’ll just go grab another drink.”

She shoots him a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes and I motion for her to follow me out of the room. I want to lead her straight to my bedroom but it would be too tempting to rip her clothes off and bury myself deep inside her, claiming her as mine. Instead, she follows me up the stairs to the office. Once inside I close the door and flick the lock before turning to face a very pissed off Violet.

“What the hell are you doing, Dante? There’s nothing that needs to be done that can’t wait until Monday.” Her cheeks are flushed with anger, arms crossed against her chest, her breasts heaving and her eyes blazing at me. I realize that I’ve never actually seen Violet mad before. She’s never looked sexier.

“This can’t wait.” I move forward quickly, stalking my prey. She takes a step back, trying to put some space between us but before she can get away her ass bumps into my desk. Trapping her between it and me, I glare into her eyes and come to the realization that she looks turned on.

My intention was to bring her up here and talk to her, tell her that I want to give us a chance, but I can’t seem to help myself when it comes to her. I bring my hand up and tangle it in her hair, pulling her head back so she’s looking me in the eyes. Before she can ask what I’m doing, my mouth is crashing against hers in a savage, possessive kiss.

She lets out a gasp as soon as our lips meet and I take the opportunity to invade her mouth, claiming every inch of it with my tongue. I run my other hand over her hip, taking in the gentle swell there and let out a groan.

Before I know what’s happening, she’s ripped her mouth away from mine and is using the flat of her hand on my chest to push me back. I let her move me away, not wanting to invade her space like that asshole downstairs.

“What the hell, Dante?” Her eyes are glassy and she’s practically panting from the intensity of our kiss. I want to draw her back to me but resist. Barely. I know that there are things that need to be said.

“Why would you bring that kid here? To punish me?” I ask, trying to catch my own breath.

“How would me having a date be punishing you? You’ve already made it very clear to me that you’re not interested in anything I have to offer, except maybe my office skills.” I look around the room pointedly, then back at her with a raised eyebrow. “Not these kind of office skills. Can you be serious for a second?”

“I’m sorry, Vi. I really am. I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I was an idiot.”

“Well, I’m not going to debate that,” she grumbles under her breath. “What am I supposed to think? You tell me nothing can happen between us, then the second that I’m with someone else you throw all of that out the window?”

“I know it looks like that but it’s not true, baby.” The endearment falls from my lips without any forethought and it feels good. Her body gives a tremble and I reach up, rubbing my knuckles down her cheek. “I already knew that I made a mistake. I regretted it the second you walked out the door last week. I know that anything between us would be... complicated. But I want to try. That is. If you still want to.” It feels a little like begging, and honestly, right now, with how hard my dick is, I’m not far off from it.

She bites her lip and turns her face away from me, causing me to frown. “What about Amanda?”

“What about her?” I ask, thoroughly confused by this topic change.

“I thought that maybe you were going to get back together,” she whispers and looks at the floor.

“Baby, I don’t give a fuck about Amanda. I haven’t wanted anyone but you for at least a year now.”

That confession seems to have an impact. Her head jerks up and her eyes search my face, trying to see if I’m telling her the truth. She must like what she sees because she pushes herself away from the desk and presses into me, molding her body against mine, causing me to let out a growl from deep inside my chest. I place my hands on her hips to steady her, then stand perfectly still, allowing her to make her decision. She gets up on her tiptoes and tilts her face up at me. She’s too short to reach me so I bend down and meet her halfway.

Our kiss isn’t as savage this time but it’s no less hot. It’s a kiss of exploration. Our lips are seamed together and our bodies are molded to one another. I know she can feel the hardness of my cock against her soft belly just like I can feel her hardened nipples against my chest.

While still locked together in a passionate embrace, I slide my hand slowly over the globes of her ass and down to her naked thigh, taking slow so that she can stop me at any time. I move my fingers inch by tantalizing inch back up the front of her thighs until I’m cupping her panty clad pussy.

She lets out a whimper and pulls her mouth away from mine, her lips swollen from our kisses. “Is this okay?” I ask while slowly rubbing her mound. She nods her head and takes a deep breath before arching her back, pushing her pussy more firmly into my hand. Her panties are drenched, showing me just how much she wants this, when a thought occurs to me. “Baby you’re soaked. Is this for me or for him?” I ask, holding my breath while waiting for her answer.

She looks taken aback by my question. “You, it’s only ever been you.” She whispers this like it’s a confession and I can’t wait any longer. My hand delves inside her panties where I find her soaking slit causing me to moan. My dick jerks in my pants and I know that my boxers are soaked in pre-cum. I easily find her swollen clit and take my time circling it.

She lets out another little mewling sound and thrusts her hips at me, wanting more. I know I have to make this fast before someone discovers we’re missing so I delve farther, letting my finger enter her tight channel just long enough to gather more moisture and bring it back up to her clit where I proceed to alternate between flicking and fondling her engorged bud. Her fingers are clawing my shoulders, trying to get me closer to her while her breaths are coming out in little gasps. If she doesn’t come soon, I just might.

All of a sudden her body stills, all of her muscles tensing up. She buries her head in my shoulder and starts to moan loudly as her body starts to tremble. I feel a sharp pain at my pec and realize that she’s biting me to try to control the sound of her orgasm. My hips involuntarily thrust forward and I feel another spurt of pre-cum leave my dick, begging to be buried inside this woman in my arms.

I hold her tightly while she rides through her orgasm until her body stops shaking and she pulls her head away from my chest, looking up at me with what I can only describe as a little bit of awe. I know that her expression is just mirroring my own.

I thought what we did last week in my bathroom was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me but here we are, standing in the middle of my office, both fully clothed, and I can’t remember ever being more turned on. I keep my eyes locked on hers as I pull my hand from her panties and out from under her skirt, slowly bringing my fingers up to my lips and sucking her juices off my fingers. She’s both sweet and tangy at the same time and I can’t wait for the day when I can bury my face in her pussy and feast on her. Her eyes have gone as big as saucers as she watches me clean her from my fingers.

By now I know we’ve been gone from the party for quite a while and people are going to start to notice that we’re gone. We haven’t even discussed how we’re going to handle this yet so it’s probably not a good idea for people to find us locked in a room together that reeks of sex.

I reach back down and smooth out her skirt, making sure there are no telltale signs that she was just fucked by my fingers. “Come over for dinner tomorrow.” It’s not a question but she nods and says okay anyway. I move to leave the room but stop and turn back to her. She’s still standing there in a bit of a daze and I know she’ll need a few minutes to get herself together. “And get rid of the date, Violet.”

I don’t even bother waiting for her answer before I slip out the door and make my way back downstairs with a smile on my face.


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