I started to feel dizzy as he kissed down the length of my body, popping buttons of my blouse open with his teeth as he went until my breasts were spread out before him with nothing but my bra between us. He flicked his tongue over the lace, letting me feel the heat of his breath against my sensitive, goosebumped skin.
He kept moving down and down until I felt the same sensation over the lace of my panties. His thumbs impatiently shoved the fabric aside and sucked me in, not even giving me a second to prepare myself for the shock that went shooting through me.
I had wanted this for too long, and the heat of the moment was far too strong. I felt like I was going to explode in his mouth in an instant.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that we were in his office. Surely he wouldn’t give into this here if there was a risk of getting caught…would he? But I didn’t exactly leave him much of a choice.
I bite my lip to try and hold back my desperate cries anyway, just in case a cleaning lady or two was still lurking around the mostly dark building.
He spread one hand across my chest and mumbled in between my legs, letting me feel the vibrations of his words against me. “Let go. Now.”
As if he had some kind of remote control to my body, the orgasm went shooting through me with a fury. I shuttered against him, gasping for air until the feeling slowly waned.
Without a moment to recover, he slid his fingers inside of me and felt the aftershock of his job well done. My muscles convulsed and tightened, while our free hands set to work on the rest of our clothes. It was too hot for clothes, and my concern for whoever might catch us had vanished.
I blindly fumbled for his belt and zipper until I felt the soft skin of his throbbing hardness spill out into my hand. As I wrapped my grip around it, sizing up the girth which was far more than I had ever imagined…I hesitated for a moment, unable to hide how impressed I was. All those years of fantasies suddenly had to be recalculated…for the better.
I shoved him back and slid off the table, dropping down in front of him on my knees. I opened my mouth, eager and wide, and looked up at him with a spark in my eyes.
He smiled down at me as I wrapped my lips around his tip and slowly sucked in the length of him, which was a challenge to take. It only made me more eager to feel him inside of me.
It was the worst moment for Drew to pop into my head, but he did. I had never cheated on anyone in my life. But I couldn’t stop the comparison. I loathed giving blow jobs to the man waiting for me at home. But this? This I felt like I could do forever.
I relished in his taste and the pride I felt with the drip of precum that hit the back of my tongue. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at him with each push and pull of my mouth. I loved the energy that still crackled between us with nothing more than the look in our eyes. This was way too much fun.
I could tell by the way he shuddered inside of my mouth that he could have cum just as quickly as I did, but neither of us wanted that. We agreed this would only happen once, which meant we had to make the most of it.
He reluctantly pulled out of my mouth and spun me around. Normally, I liked to be the one in charge with sex. But being manhandled by Jordan Ashford was a pleasurable thrill I had never known before.
I knowingly bent over in front of him, pushing my ass up against him with my skirt still hugging me tight—all bunched up above my hips. He let the skirt stay, but the panties had to go. He yanked them down like they were the bane of his existence. But once I was spread out in front of him, giving him a glorious view of everything from behind…he hesitated.
I turned and looked back over my shoulder. “What are you waiting for?”
I shouldn’t have asked. He took it as a challenge and thrusted into me so fast and hard I could barely stand it. But I had never been so turned on in my life, so my body took him in greedily.
“Such a bad, bad girl,” he teased. His words were followed by several sharp smacks to my butt, which only excited me more.
I felt myself clenching up all over again, my body aching for the same release that had tore through me before. I was so close again already, and I could feel he was right there with me.
That would have been enough. I could have let go right then, just like that, and it still would have been the best sex of my life. But I forgot I had met my match, and Jordan Ashford never settled for anything. He was always the over-achiever, going the extra mile.
He pounded into me over and over again as his hand snaked into my hair once again. He pulled back with a sharp tug that I felt right down to where his dense body was smacking into me from behind. No one had ever been that deep before…that hard or that full of stamina.
If we hadn’t been in his office, he could have gone all night…just as he had promised before. That’s when a tinge of regret hit me. I knew my plan was flawed. This wasn’t going to quench my
