Office Pet

“Hell, yes. I’m so fucking wet right now.”

He lowered me to the living room floor and ripped off my clothes until all was left were my thong and bra.

“Turn around and face the door.”

When I did, he cupped my ass in his hands and squeezed hard. He spanked one cheek and then the other. With each strike, his hands came down harder and harder, creating a hurricane of heat inside me.

“More,” I begged. “Give me more. Give it to me harder.”

“Brace your hands against the door frame,” he ordered.

I grasped the wooden door frame and spread my legs. He anchored his fingers into my hips, and I pressed my palms against the door. I heard him unzip his pants and my pussy squeezed.

“I can’t wait any longer. I have to fuck you.”

“Then do it.”

He moved my soaked thong to one side and slid his massive cock into my pussy. To begin with, his rhythm was slow and steady, but then he picked up speed, becoming faster and harder, but then he slowed down again, alternating between slow and shallow, and hard and fast, balls deep thrusts.

I was already close to climaxing, screaming into the door. Each time he withdrew, his hand came down on my ass—never the same spot twice. I cried out but not from pain, from sheer ecstasy.

The beginnings of an orgasm unfurled in my stomach and sizzled my skin. Kane slid one of his hands to the front of my body where he freed my breasts from my bra.

My nipples were already rock hard. Roughly, he massaged my tits before clamping his thumb and forefingers around each nipple, pulling them from my body.

That was all I needed to throw me over the edge. My legs shook, and I could barely keep myself upright. My pussy walls clenched and unclenched around his thickening cock, and a mind-blowing orgasm rocked me to the core.

“Don’t stop fucking me,” I sobbed not caring if my neighbors heard. “I have to come again.”

“Then come.”

Over and over again, he pumped. Each stroke becoming more demanding, and I wished I could see his cock sliding in and out of me, claiming me.

His thrusts were deep and oh so demanding. I braced my hands against the frame of the door, pushing back to meet him.

My muscles quaked at the intensity of his strokes. I reached down and scissored my fingers along my clit, trapping the swollen bud and then began massaging myself off. My inner muscles tightened refusing to let Kane leave.

A scream fell from my lips. My body undulated, and my hips took on a mind of their own, slamming back against him. A blinding orgasm claimed me, and I squirted.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight,” Kane grunted.

I felt his muscles quake, and on a roar, he exploded. I was aware of every spurt of his release spraying deep inside of me.

He sagged forward and holding onto me, pinned me against the door. After our breathing and heartbeats slowed down and had returned to a somewhat regular rhythm, he eased out of my pussy and turned me around until we faced each other.

“I don’t think I can live without you,” he whispered.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his still hard and wet cock. Gazing into his eyes, I said, “You’ll never have to live without me. I’m yours.”

“I know, pet. Forever.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Reese

Waking up, snuggled next to Kane was the thing dreams were made off. I wasn’t sure if he meant to stay the night at my place, but he had. I’d fallen asleep in his arms and had woken up the same way. We’d even had time for a quickie.

He’d left an hour before I had. Since he’d come straight to my apartment from the airport, he’d had to go to the office early to change and shower. Another perk of being a billionaire—a shower and full closet in your office.

The birds sang, the sun shone, and as cliché as it sounded, there was a spring in my step. I was every Disney princess rolled into one. If things kept going my way, I was pretty sure I would begin spontaneously singing. Nothing would get me down today, not even Sloane and her emails or letters.

After grabbing my usual venti coffee, I made my way through the foyer and up to the fifth floor, smiling at everyone I met. Great sex had a way of making the world a better, shinier place.

Kane said I was his forever, and I believed him. I was the luckiest woman alive.

I switched on my PC to check my emails before I started my day. An email from whoever was stalking me glared from the screen.

Damn it. Sloane would not give up. I should have sent the email straight to the trash, but once again, curiosity got the better of me. There were no words just a picture of a bleary-eyed Kane leaving my apartment.