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“I don’t want anything in my way.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I heard a car door slam. “Alfie?” The line went dead. I stared at the phone in my hand. My throat ran dry. I jumped as my office door opened and he stepped inside. “What are you doing here? What if Rosie sees you?”
“I’m just here for a meeting. Obviously.” My grip tightened on the phone as he locked the door behind him.
“A meeting that requires a locked door?”
He took the phone out of my hand and put it back in the receiver. My heart was pounding as he pulled my chair, rolling me out from behind my desk. He knelt and lifted my dress, sighing when he saw my underwear still in place.
“See, now this is going to take extra time.”
Snapping out of it, I batted his hands away as he reached for my underwear. “Alfie, I’m at work.”
“So what?” He reached for me again and this time I put a foot up against his chest, keeping him at bay. He smirked and stood, holding my ankle. When he moved towards me, I locked my leg and rolled backwards, but he kept walking until I hit the wall with a jolt. My plan had backfired. He knelt again, taking one of my ankles in each hand, moving for me like a starving animal.
“We can’t,” I whispered.
“We can.” His hands travelled up my calves, exploring under my dress. I clamped my hands down over his own, halting their progress.
“Can’t you wait until tonight?” The look on his face told me that no, he couldn’t. “Why? Why do you need this?”
He seemed caught off guard by my question. “Why don’t you? Why aren’t you begging for it?” He sounded almost insulted.
I touched his cheek. This man was a mystery to me. A dangerous mystery that was very much in danger of breaking my heart. I should make him go but Alfie Tell made me reckless.
“The blinds.” They were still open. Someone would see.
“Risk it.” My underwear came off before I could voice another protest and with a hand under each knee, he held me open.
There was no time to be self conscious as he dove between my legs, latching onto me the same way he had on his dining table. He made a meal of me, licking me in the most delicious way. I wanted to writhe and move but I had no room, I wanted to cry out but I had to stay silent. I panted, trying to stay as quiet as possible as I came hard on his tongue. I held him to me, riding his mouth until he finally pulled away, lips glistening.
I sat there, pulsing, chest rising and falling, thighs trembling. He gripped my neck and pulled me up with him but he didn’t kiss me like I wanted. Instead he turned me and lifted me onto the desk.
“Kneel,” he instructed. I did as he asked, my feet just off the edge of the desk. “Wider,” he said, tapping an ankle. I adjusted, spreading my knees further apart. He placed a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down. “Hands on the desk, don’t move them. Arch your back, stay like that.” I heard his zipper open, and then he was between my legs, rubbing his length over me, covering himself in my wetness. One hand slid over myshoulder, holding me in place. “It’s going to be intense like this. Breathe through it.”
He pressed inside, filling me up in one smooth motion. I gasped and instinctively tried to rise up to relieve the pressure but his firm hold left me nowhere to go.
My palms began to sweat. Every muscle was awake, every nerve ending alive. The silence we had to keep, the fear of being discovered somehow made it so much more erotic. I didn’t do this. I lived a quiet life, a predictable life. I didn’t get fucked on my desk by a neurotic billionaire.
He’d been right, it was so intense like this, both his hands closed around my neck as he fucked me, hitting that spot deep inside again and again. My work papers rustled underneath me. There were voices outside, shadows passing as people walked by with no clue what was going on only a few feet away.
“Alfie,” I whispered as some people stopped to talk right outside.
“Shhh, you’re doing so good.” He leaned over me, kissed my cheek, and put a hand over my mouth, smothering my sounds. A hand snaked between my legs, massaging in featherlight circles. I whined. I couldn’t stay quiet when he did that to me.
“Feel that pressure building? I’m going to make you squirt again. Like I did the first time I had you.”
I couldn’t. There was no way I could do that without making a sound. I thought of the mess, the debauchery of it, but my body didn’t care. He was riding to a higher peak and taking me with him. I breathed shallow breaths, my muscles trembling, trying to control myself.
“You can do it. Come on, let it build.” He rubbed me harder until suddenly my core clamped down, he slipped out of me in a rush and then I was wet, wetter than I’d ever been. The sound of it filled the room along with his moan of approval. “Good girl.”
He released my mouth, gripping my shoulder to hold me up. His other hand left my engorged clitoris to grip his own length. I groaned as he rubbed his erection through my folds, soaking himself again. He tapped himself against me, making me flinch. I was so damned sensitive. He entered me again and my overstimulated core contracted. I struggled with the overwhelming urge to move away. I couldn’t take any more friction down there.
He spanked me lightly, like he was trying to snap me out of it. It worked.
“No, don’t try to push me out. Squeeze me, show me how needy that pussy is.” My body responded, pulling him in instead. I abandoned my position and leaned back against him.
“Lola.” His voice sounded like a warning, a warning there would be a punishment for abandoning the position he’d put me in.