Page 181 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

SILAS

She wouldn’t take the loan. Fine. I respected her for that choice.

It was smart, considering. But I wasn’t giving up the chance of more sex.

More of her body. More of how she responded to my touch.

To my dick fucking her hard. With the way she was kissing me back, she wanted it just as much.

I spun us around so she was sitting on the edge of the conference room table, shoving chairs out of the way with my thighs.

“Silas, another table?” she asked when I lifted my head.

Her lips were glossy and swollen, her breaths coming in little pants. Cupping her ass, I pulled her close so her legs straddled my hips. I could feel the heat of her core through our clothes.

“Another table.”

She wasn’t wearing a dress this time, but black dress pants with a plum-colored turtleneck. Professional, conservative, and appropriate for the winter weather outside. But not user friendly for fucking.

“Here?”

I met her gray gaze. “Here.”

No way was I waiting.

“Two weeks was too long. Fuck, I can’t resist you. I don’t want to.”

She reached for the buttons on my shirt. “You need to invest in snap shirts,” she said, remembering our conversation from the bar.

I couldn’t agree more because the stupid buttons were delaying her hands on me.

Yanking the hem of her turtleneck, it came free of her pants and I pushed it up beneath her arms, exposing her tits.

“Fuck, do your panties match?” The bra was a deep plum, almost identical to her top. But it was lacy, and I could see her nipple through the dainty material.

“Please say you’re going to find out,” she replied, arching her back.

Yes, yes I was. I always saw things through to completion and she’d be very well satisfied.

Using my fingers, I tugged the cup down, her nipple popping free.

Her hands stopped when I latched onto that hard tip. Sucked, then nipped at it.

So the other one didn’t get neglected, I tugged on it, then pinched.

“Silas!” she moaned, thrusting her chest up.

“Shh,” I whispered, although I had no doubt Bridget cleared the office.

I’d never done anything like this in a James Corp building before, but Eve drove me to forget I was CEO. I stilled, my hands hovering over her soft skin.

I groaned because I should be the example. The one whose propriety was above board. Behaving like this was what my father would do. Close the deal with his dick.

Except I hadn’t known she was a loan applicant when we’d had sex. I hadn’t been at work and there was no deal to close since she took it off the table.

And I was going to fuck her on one.

Unlike my father and his myriad of conquests, I saw Eve as more than just a quick lay. Even though we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other, she was so much more than that.

“Silas?” she asked, breaking into my thoughts.

My hands cupped her breasts, and I was thinking about my father. I was not him. I got my head back in the game because she was fucking perfect, and I wouldn’t let the asshole who molded me into the CEO I was today to be in this room with us.

I gave her a smile and gave Eve and her gorgeous tits all my attention. That got her writhing and moaning.

“Shh. You don’t want anyone to hear,” I added, switching to her other nipple.

My dick was throbbing and my balls ached to empty into Eve. The inner caveman was telling me to fuck. Rut. Claim. I’d never felt like this before. This out of control. This crazy.

“No one’s here,” she replied, letting her head fall back. The motion jutted out her chest and she filled my palms to overflowing.

“You sure about that?” I asked, glancing up at her. “The mailman could come in at any time and hear your breathy cries and pants. Know you’re about to get fucked good and hard. That you need it.”

I grinned as she flushed, then closed her eyes.

“Oh my God. You are a filthy talker.”

“Yes, and you love it.”

“Yes. But you need to hurry because I need that big dick.”

I wasn’t the only filthy talker. While I knew she wanted sex, having her say she needed my dick was a whole new level of insanely hot.

“Those pants are like a chastity belt,” I commented.

She undid the leather buckle on her belt–regular, not chastity–then the button, zipper. She wriggled her pants, along with her matching plum panties, down her long legs.

I opened my pants, lowered my boxers enough for my dick to spring free.

“Are you a dick model?” she asked, shoving her pants down, but struggling since she had her shoes on.

I laughed as I grabbed a condom from my wallet and stared down at it. “Dick model?”

I hadn’t compared size to others in a locker room since high school, but I knew I was big. Women hadn’t complained before, but I also hadn’t had such a rave, eager review before either.

I stroked it and she froze, watching a bead of pre-cum bead at the slit.

She reached out, swiped it with her finger and sucked it off.

“Yes. It’s perfect. It fills me up so good.”

“Holy shit,” I murmured, watching. “You have ten seconds to get those pants off because I’m getting in that pussy.”

As I slid the condom on, she scrambled and only got one leg free, the fabric inside out and dangling around the other ankle. Parting her thighs, she laid back on her elbows. Her tits were lifted out of her bra, her pussy glistening and swollen, eager for my dick.

Stepping close, I swiped the head up and down her slit, parting her, tapping her eager clit with it. I shifted, getting inside her by about an inch.

“Fuck.”

Banding my arms about her back, I lifted her off the table then pulled her down onto me, pretty much impaling her with my entire length.

“Yes!” she cried, hooking her ankles behind my back.

I lowered her, still with my forearms behind her back and fucked her.

“Harder,” she moaned.

She wanted harder? I’d give her harder.

I stood upright, gripped her hips and gave her a fucking to remember. The sound of her moans and the slap of flesh filled the room. Her tits wobbled from the pounding. She felt so fucking good, my balls were tight and ready to spill in her.

I’d never had sex like this before. Wild. Desperate.

She was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. The abandon and the way she gave herself over to me was unbelievable. This wasn’t just a fun quickie. This wasn’t getting off.

This was…

“This is fucking insane,” I breathed.

“I know. I had no idea it could be like this.”

With one hand holding her in place, I set the other low on her belly and worked her clit with my thumb. I remembered from the last time she needed clit stimulation to get off.

And she did.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chanted, then her inner muscles clamped down.

And she screamed.

Someone was going to call the fire department. The police. Hell, dogs could hear that sound in a neighboring county.

I grinned as I shut my eyes, thrust as deep as I could go, and came. I pumped and pumped my cum into that condom, hoping it would hold.

“Holy fuck.”

I set my hand on the table beside her head and kissed her.

Because I couldn’t resist.

I was in big trouble here. I was addicted.

“Better than coffee,” she murmured, sprawled on the table, messy and sweaty and her clothes a tangle around her. She truly looked well fucked.

Yeah, I did that.

“Huh?”

“Good dick is so much better than coffee.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I figured coming from a coffee shop owner it was a compliment.