Fall From Grace
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“Carson,” she pleads.
“Yeah baby?”
“Fuck me.”
I chuckle against her neck as I pull my fingers out of her pants. “You only wish.”
I fall back into my seat, sucking my fingers into my mouth as I watch anger take over her features. “Mmm strawberries and cream.”
“Are you serious?” she hisses. “You are just going to leave me like this?”
I shrug. “Maybe I want to watch you finish yourself off. Show me what you do every night in bed with my dick on your mind and your hands between your thighs.”
“You’re an asshole,” she mutters as she zips her pants up, not giving in to my demands. She folds her arms over her chest. “Take me back to the office.”
I smile at her and adjust my dick before pulling out of the spot and taking her back to work. She scrambles out of the car, slamming the door behind her.
I chuckle as I watch her walk inside. Knowing I got under her skin. She’s already stuck under mine.