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She nods more vigorously this time, whimpering like a baby kitten.

“If you can come quietly now, I’ll reward you with my cock later. Do you understand?” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

She nods, and I remove my hand from her mouth, dropping it against her neck, finding the perfect position to squeeze the column of her throat just the way that makes her pussy contract. As if like an on-button, I slip my fingers further between her lips and find a new wave of slickness coating me. It would be so easy to slip my cock into her now, but Olivia’s inability to be quiet is an obstacle, to say the least.

I can still hear Luca and Danny rustling around my office, and as much as I want them to get the fuck out, the fear of being caught certainly has its perks.

I pull my fingers out and focus on her clit again, over and over, circling her sweet bud until she hikes her leg up against the doorframe and braces herself against my chest, forcing my back into the shelving unit. A few papers fall down with the force of her bucking. I can hear Luca say it’s time to lock up, and then finally, the click of the lock lets me know we’re alone.

“Come for me now, Killer. Show me how fucking turned on you are,” I whisper into her ear.

She pushes back against me again, one hand pinching her nipple and the other behind her back, palming my erection.

I’ll never be able to set foot in this closet again without thinking of her sweet moans and the slap of her pussy juice against my fingers. I can see her muscles tensing now, her breathing becoming more shallow. She’s bucking against my hand, so I barely have to move. She’s such an active participant during sex. I’ve never met anyone so voracious, someone who so incessantly takes what they need. She’s not scared of me. Not scared to take her pleasure, and I fucking love it. I squeeze her throat a little harder now, and she breathes in a quick gasp.

A moan cries out, and she reaches the apex of her orgasm. She rolls out each wave, whimpers rolling out intandem with her hips.

“Don’t stop yet. I’m still going,” she whispers, using her hand to press down on my fingers now.

After another thirty seconds of writhing, she slows her hips, lowers her leg from the doorframe, and slumps back against me. My dick is almost crying out.

“Have they gone?” she asks.

“Yeah, baby, they’ve gone. You didn’t think I’d let you come before, did you? I knew you couldn’t be quiet.” I smirk.

“I always used to be quiet.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, opening up the cupboard door to check that Luca and Danny have actually left. It’s empty, but I spy Olivia’s crop top on my desk.

“With other guys,” she says simply.

I turn to face her, dark possessiveness seeping through my bloodstream so fast that I’m surprised I don’t transform into one of those fucking werewolves Olivia has me reading about.

“Did you just mention your previous lovers in my office after I made you come all over my fingers, Olivia?”

“I . . . yes,” she replies, a hint of nervousness lacing her voice.

“Go to the desk and bend over.”

“Austin?”

“Now!” I snap.

She hops over, covering her breasts as she does.

I walk slowly to the door, ensuring it’s locked this time. It is, but I consider slipping a chair under the handle for extra security. But then again, I know my girl loves the risk of being caught. I know I'd hear someone if they tried to unlock it. We’d have time to hide again.

Her face turns toward me in confusion, but she waits patiently, lying her top half over my desk like I requested. When I step behind her, I push her down by her shoulder so her breasts squeeze against the wood harshly, her tits bulging out the side of her chest. She whimpers a little, biting her lip asher fingers grip the long edge of the wooden desk.

I unzip myself again, lining myself up against her swollen sex, the evidence of her orgasm messy against her inner thighs. I use the head of my cock to smear her juice up and down her seam.

“Do you enjoy provoking me, Olivia? Is this what you want? For me to punish you?”

She pauses for a second. “Yes.”

“Yes, to which question?”

“All three,” she whispers, lifting her ass a little higher by standing on her tiptoes.