Halftime Husband (Sassy in the City 5)

The noise actually turned me on even more.

I came almost immediately around his thick cock, the sensation causing me to cry out without warning. Then I clamped my lips shut, aware of where we were, closing my eyes to feel the final waves of my orgasm roll over me. He pounded me harder and I clung to him, feeling a second orgasm building. It was mere seconds before my eyes were flying open and I was meeting his intense gaze.

“I…” I said, with zero clue what I had actually been planning to say.

“Did you just come?” he murmured.

I nodded. He gave a final thrust and let himself explode. The desk moved again.

We both blinked and stared at each other, breathing hard.

“Holy shit,” Brandon said. He peeled himself off of me and shifted back, running his hand through his hair. “Best meeting I’ve ever had.”

That made me giggle. “You’re the best boss I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t call me that. Seriously.” He grinned. “I’ll feel like a bigger pervert than I already do. ‘Step into my office and close the door.’”

“Oh, you look so full of remorse.” I tried to climb down off the desk. A sticky note was stuck to my ass. I turned and showed him. “I hope this note wasn’t important.”

He laughed and pulled it off of me. “Just a notation from a phone call from my accountant. Not important.”

“Your accountant’s been on my ass? That’s awkward.” I pulled my skirt down and attempted to smooth it. I felt a little wobbly.

He removed the condom and I would have thought he would have tossed it into the wastebasket but he walked across the room and opened a door I had assumed was a closet. He disappeared into a bathroom.

“You have a private bathroom?” I said, following him. “That’s amazing.”

“I’ve worked my ass off to have a private bathroom,” he said. “I just never really pictured myself tossing a condom and washing my cock off in it.” He looked both amused and bewildered.

/> My shirt was gaping open from where he had ripped it. I stood next to him as he washed his hands and pointed to my bra in the mirror. “You tore my shirt. I’m going to need safety pins to get out of here respectably. I just need a quick fix. The blazer will help.”

He dried his hands and tucked and zipped. He adjusted his own shirt in his waistband. “I didn’t think that one through, did I? We have a merch room. Let me call my assistant and see if he can find you a T-shirt to wear.”

“The woman who let me in here is going to notice I changed and she looks protective of you.”

“I’ll send her to get me something, then we sneak you out. Easy.”

“You’re very confident for a man who was moving furniture five minutes ago.” I undid my ponytail and smoothed my hair with my fingers. I put it back up, though it still looked messy. Hmm. I might have to switch to a bun.

We left the bathroom and I retrieved my blazer and slipped into it while Brandon called his assistant.

“It’s level urgent,” he said. “I need it in five or less.” As he ended the call, he shoved his desk back into position with his hip. “Can I unlock the door? You good?”

“Sure.” I mean, I’d already had sex with him, what was worrying about it now going to do? “Why did you tell people I was meeting you today?”

“I’m thanking you for arranging the cheerleaders’ outings to the children’s hospital.”

I pursed my lips, trying not to laugh. “Oh, Brandon, that is just so… wrong.”

“I know. But I do appreciate your volunteer efforts.”

I held my hand out. “Stop. You’re making it worse.”

We were both laughing, slightly high on happy orgasm hormones. “I thought it was a good cover. I needed to ask you why you never texted me.” He put his hands on my waist and hauled me against him. “I’m damn glad I did.”

He kissed me and I sighed against him. “You have my number now.”

There was a knock on the door. He’d never gotten around to actually unlocking it. He went over and let in a guy who was around my age, short, thin, his expression curious.