Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

I lower myself onto my back.

He pushes my dress farther up my waist. Then he's grabbing my hips and pulling my body towards his.

He undoes the knot of his tie and tosses it aside.

Then he's undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, undoing his belt, unzipping his slacks.

He pushes his pants and his boxers to his knees.

There he is, hard and ready for me.

We're both pantless in this conference room.

We shouldn't be fucking here.

But I don't fucking care.

"Now." My fingers curl around the side of the table as he plants his hands under my knees.

He brings my legs to his torso, so I'm bent at ninety degrees, my ankles at his shoulders.

He rocks his hips and his cock strains against me.

Fuck, that feels good.

I look up at him.

He looks down at me.

Satisfaction fills his green eyes as he thrusts inside me. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place. He pushes farther. Farther.

There.

I have all of him.

It's intense.

Intimate.

So much more intimate than it's ever been.

We're staying married.

This really is forever.

He really is my husband.

He holds my gaze as he fills me with long, deep thrusts.

He fucks me so hard the table shakes.

I hold on tightly to the side, but I'm still bouncing with every thrust.

This is loud.

Someone is going to hear.

Everyone is going to realize what we're doing.