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“You’re going to,” I responded, “You’re not allowed to do any more work until you do.”

“W-we shouldn’t,” Jacqueline panted. But she gripped me tighter and met my own thrusts with hers.

“I don’t care.” I dropped my lips to her jaw, kissing and sucking on her delicious skin. I was ravenous. A man starved, and the only thing that could satiate my craving was Jacqueline’s body, “Get ready.”

“Oh god,” Jacqueline wheezed, and I smirked against her jaw before sucking a little harder than normal, “You’re going to give me a hickey.”

“Mhmm,” I sucked again, and she leaned into me, “Seems only fair since all the blood in my body is rubbing between your legs at the moment.”

Jacquline sighed, shifting on her toes in an attempt to get the bulge from my shaft where she needed it. I lifted my hands, my touch against her skin bold as I finally found the lacy cups of her bra.

“I don’t care how you come, Jacqueline,” I murmured against her neck, “I’m going to touch you. I’m going to play with you. I’m going to keep doing so until you come. I’m not going to stop.” I grinned when she whimpered, knowing that my thumbs gently flicking over her taut nipples were quite possibly enough to tip her over the edge, “Not even if someone knocks on this door. Right now, you’re mine until you’re soaked.” I lowered my voice with a growl on the last word, knowing that, for some reason, she melted from it.

My strong, bossy, independent Jacqueline liked it when my voice was rough and demanding.

“Okay,” she panted, making my blood sing. God, nothing made me feel more powerful than feeling her turn to putty in my hands. Gasping from my touch. Knowing that I was the only man who got to see her like this. The only man who ever saw her like this.

“I could play with your perfect tits all day.” I pinched her nipples once, making her head lean back against the door. She was still in too much control because she didn’t let her head thud against it. She held the movement so it wouldn’t make noise, so it wouldn’t call attention to anyone potentially out in the hallway, “How wet are you, Jacqueline?” I didn’t expect her to actually answer. Instead, I released one breast while I trailed the back of my fingers down her stomach, letting my knuckles tease her until I got to the loose, unzipped waistband of her skirt.

It took no effort to tuck underneath the material to find her completely bare.

“Fuck, you planned for this,” I accused, biting her earlobe just enough to send a shiver down her body. Feeling the tremble made my cock throb, but I knew I probably wouldn’t find release like her, “You like the idea of me touching you in the office.”

“Yeah.” Jacqueline admitted, her eyes were squeezed closed and her hands were braced on my shoulders, tensing their grip as I traced a knuckle against her center.

Jesus, she was so fucking wet.

“You feel bloody divine,” I moaned against her neck, mindful enough to keep my voice quiet, “You feel likemine.”

Jacqueline whispered back, “Only yours, Leo.”

I was grinding against her thigh, unable to help myself. Eventually, my fingers were soaked, making it easier to bring her to the edge. I barely dipped my middle finger inside, gently curling as my palm worked against her wet clit.

Her hips were rolling against my hand, doing half the work.

Removing my other hand from under her shirt, I decided to cup my fingers behind her neck. Holding her to me as I ground my erection against her thigh, using the door for support. I was mad, lust consuming my thoughts as she panted hot breaths over the skin of my ear. My neck. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, painful enough to turn pleasurable with each grind of her hips against my hand.

“I could do this all day, Jacqueline.” I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t going to last much longer, but I’ll be damned if I stopped touching her, “I could play with your soft, pretty cunt for hours. Until the sun goes down. Until you’ve come so hard, so many times, you pass out from exhaustion.”

“Please, please,” Jacqueline whispered against my neck.

“Up to you, love,” I whispered back, “I’m just enjoying myself. You come when you want to.”

“Shit,” Jacqueline buried her face in the space between my neck and shoulder, and I groaned from the satisfaction of feeling her start to flutter around my fingers. I slowly inserted another, taking my time to tease her just how she liked.

“I love how you tried to tease me,” I spoke against her hair, her bun that was becoming more disheveled with each movement, “As if I wouldn’t immediately make you pay for it.”

“Leo, please.” She sucked on my shoulder in an attempt to stifle her moans, and I prayed to anyone, anything listening toplease let Jacqueline leave her mark on me.

I hummed against her, slowly dragging my fingers into the bottom of her hairline as I started to feel a white-hot pleasure zing down my spine. Shooting up from the backs of my knees.

“You’re going to make me come like this, Jacqueline,” I whispered, “That’s what you do to me. You make me unable to control myself.Fuck.”

Jacqueline’s entire body stiffened, and her inner walls started to flutter erratically before clamping down on my fingers. She was so tight that I almost couldn’t continue to draw out her orgasm. I prevailed, though, sliding them in and out of her just like my cock would, when she tipped over the edge. Grinding my palm against her clit.

Jacqueline whined in my ear as she came, the sound intimate and desperate, and that’s when I groaned into her shoulder and accepted my fate.

I spilled in my pants.