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Amber

R onnie steps out of his office with a big smile, striding through the hallway to my right.

A silky, black dress shirt tucked into his matching dress pants. His Neckline is slightly open, showcasing his delicious tattoos as his Nike’s cross the floor smoothly all the way to the bar. A cookie box in hand. He sets it down as he approaches the counter without glancing at it once, knowing this place like the back of his hand.

“That’s for you, don’t tell Bradley. He hates it when I don’t eat at work.” He kisses my cheek. “Guess what.”

“You want to fuck me in your office…?” I whisper before I uncap a bottle.

“I do.” He sighs. “But I was going to say that I’m going to be Luka’s best man.” The endless pride shining in his gorgeous blue eyes makes my heart flutter. “He is getting married in Australia and we’re going together.”

I slide two beers to a waiting customer. “What?” curious, I turn to him. “I’m so happy for them but how… I can’t afford a ticket.”

“Shh, quiet that brain.” Ronnie squeezes my ass behind the counter and I push against his hand, pretending I’m listening to another customer. “I’ll get it covered, don’t worry.”

“Yes, I’ll get you a beer and then I’m done for today,” I reply to the woman across the bar, smiling as I place her order on the counter. “Lisa will take care of you if you need something else.”

“Thank god your shift is over.” He stares at his wristwatch as I turn to look at him then signals me to head to his office.

“Get your ass out of my bar,” Lisa jokes as she steps inside and takes new orders. “I think the boss wants to see you in his office.” She winks and I shake my head, laughing at Ronnie’s mischievous expression.

“Have a great shift,” Ronnie says as he strides toward his office.

“Good job, Amber. I’ll see you tomorrow on our shift.”

“You got it,” I wink at her as I follow Ronnie and pull my phone out of my pocket to text Bradley.

Amber

Come to Ronnie’s office.

Now!

As the door closes behind us and the lock clicks, Ronnie spins me to face him and pushes me all the way against his desk. He leans in, caging my body between his large arms, and spreads my legs apart with his knee.

The phone in my hand drops onto a notebook, smacking against it.

“Fuck, I want your pussy.” His minty breath fans my lips as fire runs down my spine. “Are you wet for me?” He presses his lips to mine, sucking the air out of my lungs with each roll.

“What do you think?” I cut it to steal a long breath.

“Brat.”

He dives into my mouth again, tasting every spot that he craves.

“Tell me,” his voice is tight.

“I’m soaking wet.”

Fingers dig under the waistband, searching for a way inside. “Let me see,” his voice demands but his eyes ask for permission and I nod.

Crouching down, he tugs my shoes off and kicks them aside before he pulls down my jeans and underwear, exposing my glistening pussy.

The beast in his eyes tells me how much he wanted to rip its fabric off me inch by inch.

“So fucking wet already and I haven’t even touched it,” he growls. “Such a good girl.” His thumb pressing over my clit. “Look at your responsive body, curving under my touch.” He nips at my thigh, grazing his teeth over my skin, and licks the inner side.

I stare at him through hooded eyes, rolling my hips against his thumb to get more pressure. His other hand shoots up and digs into my hip, molding my flesh under his firm grip.

He tsks. “Pull out my cock.” Chest heaving, his patience runs thin.

I quickly pull down his pants along with his boxers, enough for his cock to bounce out—already fully erect, thick, veins popping along his length—making my mouth salivate over the view.

“Fuck yes, I want your cock inside me.”

“Yeah, you do.” He wraps his large hand around it, stroking himself once. “You want all of it.” He presses his forehead to mine, mingling our short gasps. I gulp in air as he slides a thick finger inside my wet heat, chuckles, and pulls it out.

His cockhead lands on my clit and the sloppy smack sends a shockwave through me.

“Oh, yes,” I moan, “Do it again.”

His brow arches and with a swift move he slaps it on my clit twice. “You like to be slapped on your clit, Little Bear, look at you moaning.”

“Mhmm,” I hum as another string of slaps collides with my swollen clit. “Fuck yes, this feels so good. My body tingles.”

“Good girl, take it.” Slap. “You were already wet when you eyed me from the bar.” Slap “Did you fantasize about getting fucked in my office through the entire shift?” The knowing undertone in his voice makes my walls clench.

Sliding his hands around my legs, he lifts me to straddle him. “Get on top of my cock.” The urgency in his voice. The wild flash in his eyes. The heat of his touch. They all make my muscles flex with need. I line him against my entrance and push myself down.

“Fuck.”

We curse together as the pressure builds. My mind is foggy as he carries us to the wall, next to the door. He slams my back against it, pinning my hands above my head and thrusting himself inside me.

Deep intrusion and slow withdrawal.

“Yes, fuck me, Ronnie.” I free one hand and dig my purple nails into his neck. “Make me come on your cock, baby. I need you.” I run it down his back and squeeze his tight ass.

“Fuck!” He whimpers and gasps. So am I. “Put your fingers inside your mouth.”

I push them past my lips.

“Yes, make them nice and wet for me.”

As they glide on my tongue, I roll it around them in circles.

“Now, take them out and spit on them.”

I do as he says.

“Push one finger inside my back hole. Slowly.”

“Okay,” I nod, bringing it there and applying a little pressure as I push it inside him, feeling his warmth and body clenching. “Does it feel good?”

He pants, “Yes, Bear, it feels great. Add another finger.”

I submit right as a knock draws our attention.

We stare at each other silently.

“Let me in,” Bradley’s voice comes from the other side of the door and I exhale the short breath I’ve been holding.

Ronnie unlocks the door from the same position we’re in, I pull him inside quickly and he locks the door again.

“Fuck you’re already inside her soaking wet pussy.” Bradley breathes faster. “Fuck each other and I’ll watch.”

“I want to see your cock,” I demand.

“You don’t have to ask me twice, Bear.” He smirks, taking his clothes off, letting his thick cock spring free. “Goddammit, you’re a work of art. The two of you together are a masterpiece.” He gasps as he reaches to stroke himself. “Fuck each other.”

I start working my fingers inside Ronnie, pulling them in and out in sync with his slow thrusts. We work so well. Bradley studies us and I wrap my free hand around Ronnie’s neck for support.

My core is on fire—the knot is tight. My clit is pounding like the beat of a drum. Little tingles spread all over my body—around him, at my fingertips, down at my toes. My skin flushes from my cheeks down to my collarbone where his lips suck on a spot.

“Ahh,” I moan, glancing at the piercing gaze Bradley has on us. His hand works fast around his swollen cock, thumb rubbing the tip.

“You need his cock,” I avert my gaze to Ronnie, “Let him fuck you while you fuck me.”

He nods.

Opening a drawer, Bradley grabs a bottle of lube and pours a nice amount on his cock and Ronnie’s hole as I remove my fingers.

“Are you ready for me? Because I’m not going to be so merciful with you two.” He presses his cock into him. “You’re going to feel me fucking you through him.”

My breath hitches as he slams himself inside Ronnie and shoves him all the way inside of me.