“But what if someone—”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed her face against the table. “Nice and loud, you got that?”
“Yes.”
The desire that dripped from her words made him smirk. She liked being handled with a
firm hand. He reached inside his back pocket and removed his wallet, making quick work of the tin foil square inside. Fully sheathed, he teased her with the tip of his head. Her pussy gripped him, reluctant to release him. “When’s the last time you were fucked, baby?”
“Too long,” she rasped.
The answer pleased him. “I’m going to fix that.” He thrust forward and she yowled like a cat in heat. Gripping her hips, he paused, allowing her time to adjust. Her walls were like a sweet vise on his dick. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” Pulling out, he eased in, warming her up. She rocked back against him and he unleashed, pounding her pussy. The slap of their skin and her cries became music to his ears. They’d been doing this dance for over a year on and off with and without Demon. Tonight, he was going to stake his claim and they were going to stop this dance.
He grabbed her hips and tilted them, driving deeper with every thrust. By the time he was done, denying the electricity between them would be impossible. He’d fucked enough bitches to know this was different.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
“Who’s fucking you right now, Gia?”
“You, Lefty, oh God, you…”
The sound of his name on her lips got him high. He wanted to lock this shit down in a way
he hadn’t dreamed of since high school. Back when he was young and thought the first girl he’d had sex with was the one. “That’s right, and I want you to come for me, baby.” She flexed her muscles and he groaned. “That’s it, milk my cock.” Her body shook. She shoved her face into her arm and screamed as she convulsed. He released his hot seed and planted a kiss on her
shoulder. He pulled out and disposed of the condom in the bathroom adjoined to the office. He returned and chuckled when he saw she remained flat on her desk, catching her breath. He fixed her underwear and pulled down her skirt, smoothing the material over her ass. “You going to make it?”
“I’ll let you know after you peel me off this surface and help me to my chair.”
He laughed, lifted her up, and rested her on her chair. “I want to stop doing this dance.”
“What dance?” She frowned. “Was this a goodbye lay?”
“No, it was a this-is-my-pussy only fuck.”
Mirth left her eyes. “I belong to no man.”
“Don’t you? Whose name were you screaming out just now?”
“You know I don’t do exclusive.” She shook her head, sending reddish-brown curls flying.
“Yes and neither did I.” He walked up and gripped the arms of her chair, boxing her in.
“Yet, here we are again. We keep coming back to each other.”
“Duh, the sex is explosive.”
“That’s not all it is and you know it.” He growled.
She visibly tensed.
“I’ve told you things, personal shit, and you’ve done the same.”
“So…we had too much to drink a few times and the shit got personal.” She shrugged,
looking everywhere but at him.
He released the arms of the chair and slammed his fist against her desk. “Don’t you fucking do that! I won’t let you keep coping out.” He clenched is jaw. His face grew hot and anger swelled in his gut. It was the same old song and dance.