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He traced a finger down, pressed against the sensitive patch of skin between my pussy and ass. “What kind of way, then?”
“It…” I had to clear my throat. Blood roared in my ears, and the cadence of my heart seemed deafening. Still, I made myself answer. “I like it. It turns me on knowing you’re looking at me and seeing how wet I get when you touch me, that you’re already hard and that you want to fuck me.”
“Am I hard, Tina? Do you know I am? For sure?”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
He didn’t speak again. Instead, he pressed the swollen head of his cock against me and pushed inside. I moaned, pushing up on my toes to ease the pressure. It didn’t help. With my legs pinned together, he felthugeinside me, and I loved every single second of this slow, torturous possession.
“What are you feeling now?” he asked.
“You. Just…you.”
He gripped the tool belt at the small of my back and thrust into me with lazy grace. “Yeah, I can see the appeal of the belt now. But…we need to….” He rammed into me hard, and the stool supporting me wobbled. “Make a few…adjustments.”
I cried out as he pushed his free hand into my hair and pulled, yanking almosttoohard—almost, because the thrill that jolted through me as he snarled my name was so,sointense, I nearly came just from that.
“Let go of the stool,” he said in a stern voice.
I didn’t even question him. I let go, and then he swung me around so I was facedown against my workstation. Something smooth and soft protected me from the rough surface, and I belatedly realized that James had taken his suit coat off, spread it out over the table. Likely just for this.
He slammed into me again.
The plywood slid forward a few inches. I grabbed onto the worn wood of the railing as he pulled my hair again and jerked me back onto his cock with his grip on my belt. The bite of the leather into my flesh, the sting in my scalp, and the too-tight sensation of his cock stretching me combined into a wave of bliss so intense, I thought I’d pass out before I even had a chance to come.
Then James let go of my hair and spanked me.
The orgasm tore into me, the pleasure shredding me, destroying me, undoing me completely.
* * *
The crew had just enteredthrough the doors by the time my heart slowed. They caught sight of us, and James greeted them with friendly politeness while I simply waved, not trusting myself to speak just yet.
“You might want to stay here for a few more minutes if you don’t want them to realize I just fucked you,” James said, a gleam in his eyes as he looked at me.
“No kiddin’.” Huffing out a breath, I grabbed my water bottle and drained it. Giving him a dark look, I pointed out, “It’s not particularly flattering to see that you’re all calm and collected.”
“I’m not.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, lingered. “I’m just better at wearing a mask.”
My breath caught in my throat, hitched. “Oh…”
He leaned in and kissed me, the tenderness of it so complete that he melted me all over again.
When he straightened, I tucked my head into his chest to hide the emotions raging inside me.
“I’ve got a charity benefit Saturday. It’s a formal thing. Would you be interested in coming with me?”
Pulling back, I looked into his eyes and saw echo of the emotions I felt raging within.
“I’d love to.”
Thirty-Two
Maximus
AskingTina to join me for the benefit was on impulse.
I attended only a few charity events a year, but I donated to many organizations. Growing up a paycheck or two away from homelessness shapes your perspective on life, so with the means and power that wealth brings, I now help where I can.