I feel myself falling as he lowers my body to lay against the hard wood. I try to push up to my feet in a feeble attempt to escape, but he’s too strong. My lower legs hang off the edge of the table, my bare feet dangling uselessly.
Things are moving too fast. We need to stop before we do something we can never undo.
“Dex, don’t do this,” I mutter with absolutely zero conviction. He has my body too primed to put up much of a fight.
In a daze, I watch as he stands over me, shrugging out of his suit jacket. I’m relieved when he stops his undressing there, until he reaches out to me, roughly shoving the hem of my skirt up to my waist.
I try to push up from the table just as he rips my panties away. My struggle dies quickly when he bends and lunges forward, his tongue where his fingers were moments before. I collapse back to the table just as I feel his hands grabbing my ankles. Dex proves he can multi-task as he masterfully feasts on my slit and lifts my feet to the edge of the table to spread my bent legs wide, exposing every inch of my bare pussy to him.
Physically, his attention feels like heaven. Unfortunately, conflicting emotions make it impossible to forget that it’s Dex Cohen who’s responsible for my growing arousal. What bothers me the most is that this should feel all wrong, but instead, it’s never felt more right.
He puts his fingers back in use, curling inside me—expertly finding that perfect spot that normally only my vibrator can find. I explode like a firecracker with a short fuse, bucking my hips up off the table as I cry out. Dex rides my body, never letting his mouth leave my clit as his fingers twitch and flick inside me, dragging my orgasm out so long I’m panting when I eventually start to come back down from my peak.
When he finally releases my body, I lay collapsed against the table like a wet noodle. I don’t remember having a more explosive orgasm than the one just delivered by my enemy. I want to be angry at him for clouding our already complicated working relationship with escalating sexual tension, but I just can’t muster the energy.
It isn’t until I hear what sounds like the jingle of a belt buckle that I finally open my eyes. I’m just in time to see he’s taken off his shirt and is already stepping out of his pants.
In my panic, I use my feet still at the edge of the table to shove myself farther down the table as I start to roll on my side in an attempt to put space between us.
He’s too quick, grabbing my ankles and yanking my bottom back down to the edge of the table. As I struggle, he cracks his hand against my naked ass, lighting an explosion of fire across my butt.
“This is going to happen, Katja,” he warns as he rolls me to my back again. I kick my feet, but he’s too strong to fight.
He releases my legs and moves his hands to the front of my blouse. Too impatient to work the buttons, Dex rips it apart and I hear the small buttons clatter across the top of the table.
The look on his face reminds me of a predator, stalking his prey—me. I see a dark hunger in his eyes I’ve never seen there before as he roughly shoves my bra up over my breasts, exposing my curves to his view. A zing of power shudders through me as I revel in the knowledge that he wants me so much that he’s shedding some of that mask of control he normally wears.
His hands are unrelenting as they squeeze my breasts, kneading and pinching. I feel his hard shaft brushing against my core as he leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth so forcefully I’m sure he’s going to leave a mark.
Despite coming hard just moments before, my body can’t help but react to his irresistible skills. A wave of inevitable surrender washes over me as I weave my fingers through his thick hair, holding his mouth in place against my breast as if my life depends on it.
A bite of pain explodes on my nipple as Dex nips my now erect bud with his teeth before diving over to devour its counterpart. I feel his hands roaming down my body, exploring his way back to my core.
Dex lifts his head just enough groan out, “Christ, your body is perfect,” before feasting on my nips once again.
I hate the warm rush of pleasure his compliment brings. This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this, yet I’ve never felt the urge to be taken more than in this moment.
Only when I can feel the tip of his shaft at the entrance to my pussy does he finally lift up from sucking my tit. My fingers pull at his hair, holding his face just inches away from mine. For the briefest of seconds, I catch a glimpse of a new emotion shining in his eyes, but it’s gone before I can identify it. The look of pure lust that replaces it is easier to label because I’m pretty sure I’m mirroring the same yearning in return.
Dex pierces my pussy with his shaft in one hard stroke, filling and stretching me so fast I cry out from the pinch of pain. Like the gentleman I know he’s not, he holds still, buried inside me, letting my body grow accustomed to his girth enough so when he finally pulls out and strokes inside me again, I only feel pleasure.
The intensity of the moment is too much. I squeeze my eyes closed, losing myself to the confusing mix of pleasure and pain—dominance and submission. I turn myself over to his mastery, surrendering to the inevitability of it all. I may have no idea how tonight will impact our future business dealings, but even I can admit we’ve been kindling this fire for years, and tonight is bonfire night.
“Open your eyes.” It’s an order.
I obey.
“So tight,” he says, grunting as he slams in and out of me. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room as he pulls my upper body up off the table into an intimate hug. The bare skin of our chests collide and I move my hands from his hair to around his neck.
The embrace feels intimate as he pulls my entire body off the table, his cock still buried deep inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me the few feet back to the wall of windows.
This time when my back slams against the glass, it’s his erection penetrating me instead of his tongue. Dex uses the new position to fuck me harder, driving deep inside me, hitting places never touched before.
I cry out his name as a wave of sexual ecstasy washes over me. He fucks me through the pleasure before taunting me with, “Such a good girl coming all over my cock. Let’s see if I can make you come one more time tonight.”
Satiated exhaustion hits me hard. Thankfully, Dex has enough energy for both of us, holding my limp body against the windows as he chases his own climax. Despite multiple orgasms, I feel a kernel of need growing again, blossoming into a full-fledged craving.
He lowers his head to my shoulder, licking the sensitive line where my neck meets my collar bone, nipping at the tender spot with his teeth. Without a plan, I lunge forward to reciprocate, sucking his bare neck until he starts to mewl. His hips piston me again and again until I feel the first jet of hot cum filling me. His obscene grunt as he comes tips me into another wave of bliss.