Page 72 of Baxter's Right-Hand Man

“What is it?”

“I want to see you. Lie on the table.” He smacked the hardwood surface. “Looks sturdy, but if it breaks, I’ll buy you a new one.”

“If it breaks, I’ll have a lot of explaining to do,” I countered, kicking off my shoes and khakis, and perching on the edge of the table.

Pierce moved between my legs and pressed his cock to my hole. He looked positively entranced by the view as he slowly inched inside me. I sat up, pressing my erection close so I could see too. It was hot as fuck, and better still, it was a nice distraction from the sharp twang of pain. Damn, he was big.

Once he was fully seated, his fingers skimmed my chest, reverently tracing all my edges and curves.

“You feel so good. You fit me…perfectly, baby. So perfect.” He sighed, sliding almost all the way out and slamming inside again.

I cried out, automatically reaching for my dick. I stroked myself, watching his sex-hazed expression as he held my hips and began to move. Pleasure ripped through me in a tsunami so strong I jolted upright and hooked my arms around his neck. He surrounded me in an instant and took me over completely.

The table creaked as he pounded into me, thrusting hard and deep. He hit my prostate with every roll of his hips. It was almost too good, too much.

“I should—we should—I want…”

“Shh.” He rested his forehead on mine and shot that crooked sexy smile at me. “Hang on, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

He lifted my right leg and slipped a finger where we were joined.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, licking my lips.

“I want to feel you. I know you’re close. Go on. Come for me, Lo. Come on, baby.”

Unbelievably, I did.

Pleasure tingled along my spine and zipped through every nerve ending in my body before shooting out of my dick in an impressive arc. Two seconds later, Pierce tensed, growling as his orgasm hit. He pumped his hips over and over, his chest heaving with the effort, his skin glistening with sweat.

His eyes were locked on my entrance as he slowly pulled out. Cum dripped down my inner thigh onto the cement floor. It was hot as fuck and perverted in all the best ways.

I surveyed the remnants of our clothing as I slowly eased off the table to search for tissue. “We made a mess.”

“And scared the poor dog. Where’d he go?” he asked, grabbing a few tissues to clean up.

“He has a bed near the register. I think it got too, um…noisy for him.” I put myself together as best I could, but I needed a shower, stat.

Pierce whistled for the dog, dropping to his knees to pet Benson when he trotted into the back room. “You won’t tell on us, will you, big guy?”

“He might not have to,” I grumbled, sniffing the air as I buttoned my shirt. “It smells like sex…or sex candles.”

Pierce inhaled deeply, a shit-eating grin on his handsome-as-sin face. “I’d buy dozens of those.”

“You would, wouldn’t you?”

He kissed me sweetly and nipped my chin. “Yeah, I would. Hey…thank you.”

“It was my pleasure too.”

His expression turned serious. “I don’t really know how to do the whole boyfriend thing, but…we’re doing this, right? Me and you.”

“Yeah.” I smiled and linked our fingers, adding, “We’re doing this.”

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LORENZO

My secret boyfriend was a movie star.