“Hey baby.” My eyes dart up to see Bennett Clarke, the man I’d been married to for the past two months looking deliciously sexy and moving towards me like he’s a jaguar and I’m a gazelle and he’s ready to fucking pounce.
“What…what are you doing here?” I let out a breath as he spins me around in my boss’ chair. She’s currently out on maternity leave and I’ve been put in charge in her absence, which means I got out of my cubicle and into her swanky office.
“You sent me a picture of your bare cunt and you have the audacity to ask me what I’m doing here? The better question is why aren’t you already naked? I walked out of a fucking meeting when I got your message.”
“I didn’t…”
“Didn’t what? Want me to come? Bullshit.” He lowers his face to be in line with mine and his tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip. “You rang the alarm the second you sent me a photo with your phone between your legs.” I lick my bottom lip, desperate for a taste of his tongue and I watch in fascination as he unbuckles his belt. “Are you still naked under there?”
I nod once.
“And what am I supposed to think about my sexier than sin wife running around exposing the cunt that belongs to me to the entire fucking ninth floor?”
“I… my dress isn’t that short and it’s tight…” I stammer.
“Hmmm.” His eyes are wicked as he raises my dress to my waist revealing my naked pelvis. “Fucking beautiful.” He lowers his pants to the ground before he spins me around. “Grip the desk.” I do as he says, hoping to God he had the foresight to lock the door but already too far gone to care when he holds his hand out in front of my face. “Spit.”
“What?”
“In my hand. Right now.”
“I’ve been wet since you walked in, trust me I’m ready.” I chuckle.
“I’m not talking about your pussy,” he says, his voice low and sinister.
“Clarke…” I’m not a stranger to anal sex. Bennett and I had explored that pretty early on in our relationship, but I’m not exactly thrilled at the idea of doing it in my boss’ office.
“Ah ah ah. You tested the beast, and he came out. So be a
good girl and spit in my hand so I can wet my cock. Now.”
I bite my bottom lip before I lower my face to his hand and do as he says. Some spit dribbles down my chin and he collects it with his hand before it disappears. “Nasty girl.” He growls behind me and I whimper at his words. I look over my shoulder to see him spit into his hand as well, before he slides his hand up and down his cock. “Can you be quiet?”
“While you fuck my ass? Unlikely, Clarke.”
His hand lands on my ass making a loud smack bounce off the walls of the quiet room. I bite my lip again to avoid squealing. “I suggest you try to keep it quiet. No one gets to hear you come but me, and I’ll be pissed if you let all of Conde Nast know that you’re in here letting your husband fuck your ass on your boss’ desk.” I feel his dick at my hole. “Breathe, baby.” I let out a breath as he pushes his way into my ass. It still feels foreign having something so big back there no matter how many times we have done it. I feel so full and I let out another shaky breath as he bottoms out and begins to move. “Jesus Christ, your ass, Olivia.” He runs his hand down my back, his fingertips tapping each vertebra on my spine before reaching the space just above my asshole.
“Don’t come in my ass, I’m wearing a thong and it’ll take divine intervention for that to keep all your cum in place.”
He chuckles before something comes flying over my shoulder. “Good thing I keep a pair of your panties on me at all times.”
The sound of the door opening breaks me out of one of the many times Bennett and I had defiled Conde Nast property. I’m fluffing my hair, preparing for his entrance when I realize it’s not Bennett.
“David?” I blink my eyes several times trying to convince myself that it isn’t a big deal that he’s popping up again. “What…what are you doing here?
“I came to see you.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes as he pushes a hand through his blond hair. “How are you?” He shuts the door behind him and stands in front of it, seemingly blocking my only exit.
“I’m…good.”
“You sure?” His eyes rake down my body and up again, like he’s not sure that I’m telling him the truth. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair again. “Listen, Livi, I realize that I was an asshole, and I should have been more understanding of the situation. I just wanted to apologize.” He looks at the ground as he shoves his hands into his pockets.
“Olivia, not Livi,” I correct him.
Only Bennett calls me Livi. That’s his thing.
I can see the hurt in his eyes over my correction. “And that is…big of you,” I continue. “But you didn’t have to come down here to tell me that. I believe you already apologized, anyway.”
He drops to the chair in my office and leans over, resting his forearms on my desk. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, Olivia. I do care about you. I know that I’ve been a dick, but you broke up with me to go back to the man that broke your heart. The man I helped you get over.”