Chapter 49
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The swift rush of air that escaped when she hit the door engaged a large enough portion of her brain to comprehend what they were doing, “Jon, we can’t do this, not here,” she whispered anxiously.
Nodding, he understood and agreed until his eyes caught sight of that sweet, pouty set of full lips glistening back at him and dove in for another quick kiss that swiftly became a heated dueling of tongues battling for supremacy. He didn’t even care if he won or lost just so long as he didn’t have to stop kissing her. Groaning when her hand reached between them and grasped his dick through his pants. It hurt plenty before she did that and after, it throbbed so much he was afraid of cumming right there like he hadn’t done since he was an untried teen. Pulling her away from the door, he walked backwards, his hands firmly on the soft white globes of her ass. “We can, darlin’. We can.” Stopping when his back hit the wall of windows.
“Jon, no,” she groaned, the tips of his fingers rubbing between her cheeks, rasping against her sensitive flesh.
“Mmm, yeah,” distracting her with his mouth since undressing her wasn’t an option, not here in her office, not when there was the chance of someone coming in. He just needed to feel her heat, to get his fill of her taste and smell to last him until after tonight’s show and then he had a day and a half to satiate his needs. “Where was I?” Blue eyes twinkling with mischief as he reached down further and buried his fingers inside again. His thumb stroking across her clit as he pumped, his other hand tangled in her hair, holding her against him, inhaling her whimpers and moans as she began the climb to her orgasm. Jerking when her fingers found their way inside his pants and stroked his burgeoning cock.
She hated herself for participating in this in the office, but dammit she hadn’t seen him in what felt like months and neither phone sex or her trusty ‘B.O.B.’ were sufficient. Neither was this, but it was closer than either and with Jon’s fingers buried inside her, she wasn’t about to complain. “I need you baby.” She groaned.
“Me too” Jon breathed, pushing her hand away and unzipping his pants, releasing his engorged dick and lifting her onto it. Sighing when her hot, wet canal welcomed him home. Urging her to wrap her legs around his waist, he leaned back hard against the glass, her arms around his shoulders and his arms supporting her bottom. Setting the pace as she bounced against him, business suit against turtleneck sweater, both dressed except those parts necessary to be exposed for their urgent coupling.
His head tilted back, his neck exposed, Amber couldn’t resist and leaned in to lick at his adam’s apple, teasing it with her tongue until her mind blanked at her impending orgasm and then all she could concentrate on was the blooming sensations between them and the onslaught of over-sensitive nerves hurtling her towards orgasm. Biting down hard on her lip to stifle the scream, she came forcefully and drooped forward against him.
Jon exploded inside her, her walls flexing against him until he was dry without anything left to give, thankful for all his years of working out which was all that was keeping him upright. Taking a few moments to gather himself, he pushed away from the wall and carried her to her chair, depositing her there before collapsing in the chair facing hers. Seeing the box of tissues on her desk, he leaned forward and wiped himself before wadding them up, one questioning eyebrow quirked upward.
“Bathroom,” she limply pointed behind her. There wasn’t a chance in hell that she could move yet. He was far too good at making her climax.
Smiling, he detoured by where she was and scooped her into his arms as he would one of his kids and carried her in, “need you cleaned up too. Richie and Cassidy are waiting for us.”
She noted the devious gleam in his eyes, he was enjoying this far too much. “They’ll know.”
He smirked, “yeah, so?”
As if on cue, his phone rang. Looking at the display, he flipped it open, “talk to me. We’re on our way.” Closing it again, he grinned, just like a kid that inherited a candy store. “Richie says he’s hungry even if I’ve already satisfied my hunger.”
“Oh shit. If he knows then so does Cassidy and what the hell is Brooke going to think? I just hope my boss doesn’t figure it out. He’d be pissed and I’d be so fired.” Fretting suddenly about having done what they did in her office. Although now she’d never look at that bank of windows quite the same. Seeing her reflection, she groaned, “I look like I’ve been truly and thoroughly fucked. Shit.” Grabbing her brush, she fixed her hair as best as she could. Then shooed Jon out so she could clean up and finish. Satisfied as best as she could be, she walked into her office to find not only Jon, but both Richie and Cassidy sitting there. Plastering on a smile that she hoped revealed nothing, “what? I needed to freshen up before we left.”
Nodding, he understood and agreed until his eyes caught sight of that sweet, pouty set of full lips glistening back at him and dove in for another quick kiss that swiftly became a heated dueling of tongues battling for supremacy. He didn’t even care if he won or lost just so long as he didn’t have to stop kissing her. Groaning when her hand reached between them and grasped his dick through his pants. It hurt plenty before she did that and after, it throbbed so much he was afraid of cumming right there like he hadn’t done since he was an untried teen. Pulling her away from the door, he walked backwards, his hands firmly on the soft white globes of her ass. “We can, darlin’. We can.” Stopping when his back hit the wall of windows.
“Jon, no,” she groaned, the tips of his fingers rubbing between her cheeks, rasping against her sensitive flesh.
“Mmm, yeah,” distracting her with his mouth since undressing her wasn’t an option, not here in her office, not when there was the chance of someone coming in. He just needed to feel her heat, to get his fill of her taste and smell to last him until after tonight’s show and then he had a day and a half to satiate his needs. “Where was I?” Blue eyes twinkling with mischief as he reached down further and buried his fingers inside again. His thumb stroking across her clit as he pumped, his other hand tangled in her hair, holding her against him, inhaling her whimpers and moans as she began the climb to her orgasm. Jerking when her fingers found their way inside his pants and stroked his burgeoning cock.
She hated herself for participating in this in the office, but dammit she hadn’t seen him in what felt like months and neither phone sex or her trusty ‘B.O.B.’ were sufficient. Neither was this, but it was closer than either and with Jon’s fingers buried inside her, she wasn’t about to complain. “I need you baby.” She groaned.
“Me too” Jon breathed, pushing her hand away and unzipping his pants, releasing his engorged dick and lifting her onto it. Sighing when her hot, wet canal welcomed him home. Urging her to wrap her legs around his waist, he leaned back hard against the glass, her arms around his shoulders and his arms supporting her bottom. Setting the pace as she bounced against him, business suit against turtleneck sweater, both dressed except those parts necessary to be exposed for their urgent coupling.
His head tilted back, his neck exposed, Amber couldn’t resist and leaned in to lick at his adam’s apple, teasing it with her tongue until her mind blanked at her impending orgasm and then all she could concentrate on was the blooming sensations between them and the onslaught of over-sensitive nerves hurtling her towards orgasm. Biting down hard on her lip to stifle the scream, she came forcefully and drooped forward against him.
Jon exploded inside her, her walls flexing against him until he was dry without anything left to give, thankful for all his years of working out which was all that was keeping him upright. Taking a few moments to gather himself, he pushed away from the wall and carried her to her chair, depositing her there before collapsing in the chair facing hers. Seeing the box of tissues on her desk, he leaned forward and wiped himself before wadding them up, one questioning eyebrow quirked upward.
“Bathroom,” she limply pointed behind her. There wasn’t a chance in hell that she could move yet. He was far too good at making her climax.
Smiling, he detoured by where she was and scooped her into his arms as he would one of his kids and carried her in, “need you cleaned up too. Richie and Cassidy are waiting for us.”
She noted the devious gleam in his eyes, he was enjoying this far too much. “They’ll know.”
He smirked, “yeah, so?”
As if on cue, his phone rang. Looking at the display, he flipped it open, “talk to me. We’re on our way.” Closing it again, he grinned, just like a kid that inherited a candy store. “Richie says he’s hungry even if I’ve already satisfied my hunger.”
“Oh shit. If he knows then so does Cassidy and what the hell is Brooke going to think? I just hope my boss doesn’t figure it out. He’d be pissed and I’d be so fired.” Fretting suddenly about having done what they did in her office. Although now she’d never look at that bank of windows quite the same. Seeing her reflection, she groaned, “I look like I’ve been truly and thoroughly fucked. Shit.” Grabbing her brush, she fixed her hair as best as she could. Then shooed Jon out so she could clean up and finish. Satisfied as best as she could be, she walked into her office to find not only Jon, but both Richie and Cassidy sitting there. Plastering on a smile that she hoped revealed nothing, “what? I needed to freshen up before we left.”
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3 comments:
"She hadn't seen him in months." I thought they were just together 15 days ago in Philly. Good story-just too many inconsistencies.
You're right. Thank you for bringing that to my attention. It had been months before Philly though.
Good chapter. I don't think many would notice or care about the inconsistencies, which are barely noticable when you get into the story. This chapter flows with the previous ones. Thanks and Good Job:)
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