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She presses harder, rubbing her palm along my hardening length through my pants, which are starting to tighten. My erection must be obviously tenting the front of my pants by now, but I can’t bring myself to care.

I slide my hand under her shirt. She’s dressed in business clothes too. The blouse is stretched over her breasts and the buttons pop easily under my fingers. Once I have them all undone, I let the blouse fall open to reveal a lace white bra underneath. I trace my finger under the wire, lightly touching the underside of her breast, and she moans.

“Have you ever had sex on a desk?” I ask in a low voice.

I hear her sharp intake of breath.

“No,” she breathes.

I smile.

“Well, you’re about to.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Amanda

It’s hard to even remember that I was mad at Lyle. I groan at his words. Sex on the desk? It sounds absolutely amazing.

“Fuck, Lyle,” I pant. “I need you so bad right now.”

We stumble backward. My knees bump into one of the chairs, but I can’t bring myself to care about it. Then we hit the desk.

Lyle kisses me, hungry and desperate, his hands flying over my body. I push against him, grinding against him and rubbing the length of my body over his. He groans into my mouth, deep and guttural.

Then he pulls away, leaving me clutching at thin air. I gasp, trying to catch my breath as he leans into toward me, his arms braced on either side of the desk.

“We need more room.” he says in a low voice.

He reaches behind me to push everything on his desk backward. I hear several files fall and scatter on the floor. A distant part of my mind, the part that knows I would be horrified if this happened to me, hopes that the files weren’t that important. But then Lyle ducks his head and wraps his lips around my wildly beating pulse, and I forget all about it in favor of the man right in front of me.

Lyle nips at my neck and sucks hard, trying to leave a mark. His hands run under my thighs, and then, without warning, he lifts me. Startled, I grab his shoulders to still myself, and he pushes me up onto the desk so that I’m sitting on it. My legs fall open and he steps between them.

Shit, this is hot. Having sex in his office was not something I had thought about before now, far too angry at him to care too much about things like this. But now it feels like I’m fulfilling a desire I didn’t even know I had. I wonder, wildly, if there is some way I could sneak him into my office to christen my desk there. Then I would think of Lyle every time I sat at it.

No, probably not a good idea. I’d never get any work done, and my father would finally have a good reason to be upset at my work.

“Stop thinking so hard,” Lyle says with a chuckle. “You shouldn’t be able to think at all.”

“Well, maybe you need to step up your game,” I tease.

His eyes glitter.

“I’ll take that challenge,” he says.

He pushes my shirt off and then quickly unbuttons his own. Without fanfare, he undoes his trousers, his fingers fumbling a little from need. Catching, I unclasp my bra and let if fall before wriggling on the desk to shimmy my skirt down my hips, taking both my stockings and panties with them. I finish just in time to watch Lyle bend over to push his trousers down, giving me a good view of his butt.

“I can feel you staring,” he says.

“I can’t help it, it’s so nice to look at,” I purr.

He smiles and straightens, stepping toward me. I spread my legs again, expecting him to step between them.

But, instead, Lyle drops down. For a moment, I’m confused. What’s he doing? Then Lyle breaths out a puff of air over my twitching entrance and I almost call back.

I only just manage to hold myself up on my trembling elbows. He blows again. It feels amazing and torturous at the same time. He’s right there, even if he isn’t touching me yet.

“Please, just fuck me already,” I gasp.



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