I’m still trying to catch my breath when Sawyer’s mouth finds mine again. His kiss steals the breath I’ve managed to recapture. I’m still having trouble staying upright, so Sawyer picks me up and carries me back to his desk, setting me down on top of it. I squeal, then giggle as my bare ass makes contact with the cold glass surface of his desk.
Reaching out, I tug Sawyer’s pants down. Finally, his long, glorious cock is free. I marvel at it for a moment. He steps forward, grabbing my ass with his hands and pulls me to him. He gives me a smile and a kiss, then buries his long, thick cock to the hilt.
I draw in a long, shuddering breath as Sawyer starts to roll his hips, moving that incredible rod in me. I grab hold of his forearms again, steadying myself as he starts to thrust himself into me faster and with more force.
“Fuck me, Sawyer,” I gasp. “Harder, baby.”
He complies with my command and starts to plunge his length into me. My skin feels like it’s on fire. He keeps going. Filling me up and stretching me open. I glance at the door, feeling that same surge of fear that somebody might walk in I got when I looked out the window and saw the nothingness behind me. Sawyer was right, the thrill of discovery – and potential death, I guess – makes things so much more vibrant.
He pulls out, and in one smooth motion, flips me over onto my stomach, pushing my skirt up around my waist. With a deep, passionate grunt, he plunges his staff back into me, barely even missing a beat. I feel his hand in the middle of my back, pressing me down and holding me in place as he thrusts his hips in a hard, steady rhythm.
There’s just something about the way he picks me up and throws me around, the way he knows the perfect mix of gentle and rough, that turns me on more than I can say. I don’t know what it is. I’m a woman who typically doesn’t like not being in control – even if it’s just over myself. But ceding control to Sawyer and giving my body over to him, letting him use me the way he does, drives me absolutely crazy with desire.
I listen to our muffled cries, feeling his tight, firm body against mine, and feel myself growing hotter as my pussy grows wetter. Sawyer’s breathing grows labored, and he grunts as he continues driving himself into me.
I clench my inner muscles around him, gripping his hard staff as tight as I can as I push myself back against him. And as I do, I feel Sawyer stutter. His breath catches in his throat. He pushes me down harder, pinning me so I can’t move and slides himself into me deep and slow. As he does, I feel his shaft throbbing within me, and when he explodes, filling me with a rush of his hot come, it pushes me over the edge.
I cry out, but before the sound leaves my throat, he claps his hand over my mouth. I scream against his palm and press myself back against him, squeezing his cock as it pulses inside of me. I gasp and shake uncontrollably. I come again. Unbelievably hard. Even better than the first one. I writhe beneath him as my pussy throbs and clenches around him, my orgasm gripping me in an iron fist, screaming and screaming against his hand.
I can’t move for a long moment. I can barely breathe. All I seem able to do is lay there on his desk, quivering and gasping for breath. Eventually, Sawyer steps back, and his deflated cock slips out of me, his warm come spilling down the insides of my thighs as he does. I stand and turn around, a shaky smile on my face.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into fucking you at the office,” I gasp.
“You didn’t seem to argue too hard,” he grins.
I smooth down my dress, knowing I need to get to the bathroom to clean myself up. We both take a couple of minutes to put ourselves back together, and I’m hoping when I walk out of his office, I’m not going to look like I just had sex. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be doing the walk of shame out of my boss’ office.
I check my hair in the mirror on the wall to the right of his desk and take a second to redo my ponytail, knowing that’s always a dead giveaway – sex hair. I’m just finishing putting the tie in my hair when Sawyer’s office door opens, and Rider steps in. I’m suddenly acutely aware of the scent of sex saturating the air around us.
Time freezes as the three of us look at one another. I cut a glance at Sawyer and see him standing there, wearing an inscrutable expression. I know my guilt is written all over my face – I’ve never been able to hide my emotions very well. And it’s a thought confirmed by the awkward smile that creeps across Rider’s face.
He clears his throat and holds the file in his hand up. “I’ll – uhhh – we can talk about this later,” he stammers. “Also, we’ve got that meeting –”
“Yeah, right,” Sawyer replies. “Of course. I’ll be right there.”
Without another word, he turns and walks out of the office – but not before I hear him snickering to himself. I round on Sawyer; an ‘are you kidding me’ expression on my face.
“You said the door was locked,” I hiss.
He gives me a small shrug and a sheepish smile. “Oops?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight Sawyer
“So, are we going to talk about it?”
I look over at Rider and grin. “Nope.”
“Oh, I think we should talk about it.”
“Nothing to talk about,” I respond.
We’re in the sitting area in my office after getting back from meeting with
