Office Pet

“I love fast and rough.” Turning around, she pressed her to tits against my desk and wiggled her ass in the air ready and ripe for the taking.

“Are you going to fuck me in the ass? Come deep inside me?”

“Not yet, pet. The night I take your anal virginity, it’ll be slow and drawn out. Not a quick fuck against my desk.”

“So not fair.”

I spread her ass cheeks wide. Her puckered hole was already lubricated from her orgasm, and fuck, it was tempting to go there, but she wasn’t ready for something the size of my dick in her ass.

My cock lurched urging me to take her there, urging me to sink into her deep, dark hole, but I wouldn’t go there, not today. I grasped my shaft and guided myself to her still twitching pussy.

I placed the head inside her opening, and we both groaned at the pleasure assaulting our senses. Immediately, her inner muscles clamped down, sucking me into her warmth.

I gritted my teeth against the increasing need to shoot my load. Not that it would help. This would be a fast and furious fuck, but I would make it up to her later. Once she was living with me, I would have her whenever and however I wanted, and I intended that to be often.

Impatiently, she pushed back against me. I gripped her hips, and without mercy plunged deep.

“Is this what you want, pet, is it?”

“Fuck. Yes. Harder. Deeper.”

She moved her fingers between her legs. Usually, I would’ve stopped her, but today I allowed her to play with herself.

I pounded hard, letting my thoughts go where they wanted. In a matter of seconds, the pressure in my balls sought its relief. And for a nanosecond, the world splintered, and I came inside her. And I kept coming and coming. Hammering into her as if my life depended upon it.

In what seemed like no time, it was over, but still I didn’t stop moving. I continued to thrust and thrust and thrust. My dick showing no signs of softening.

She cried out my name—Kane, not Sir, not Mr. McKenzie but Kane. Her pussy contracted so hard, I couldn’t have escaped even if I’d wanted to—and I didn’t want to.

“Don’t stop fucking me, Kane, don’t stop. I love you. I love you.” Her words shocked me, and I momentarily stilled. She loved me? She couldn’t. Love wasn’t something I wanted from her. I shook the sound of the three words away. They were just something said in the height of passion. She wouldn’t even recall saying them.

Aftershocks raced through her body as I eased from her warmth. I wouldn’t let her see that her words had rattled me, shocked me.

Tonight, I would explain that love wasn’t an option for us. I would tell her all about Sadie. I would cherish her, and I would take care of her, but I wouldn’t allow myself to love her. Love caused pain, and I’d had enough pain to last a lifetime.

“Come join me in the shower,” I said, ignoring her declaration.

She picked up her clothes, which had ended up on the floor, and began to dress.

“Maybe later. I should go home and pack some things if I’m going to be spending time at your place.”

“You’d better be naked and waiting for me in the shower when I get home.”

“Is that an order?”

“It’s an order.”

Before leaving my office, she placed a chaste kiss on my lips. “See you at home, Sir.”

I liked how that sounded—home.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Kane

With Reese gone and headed to my house, I took the time to consider the threats she had been receiving. It obviously had to be from someone in the office. Reese had ruled out Sloane, who was the most obvious culprit. Who was left? Who would be doing this?

My intercom buzzed as I was staring out the windows at the buildings around us. Melissa’s pleasant and reassuring voice chimed in. “Mr. McKenzie?”

“Go ahead,” I told her.

“Ashton is on line one.” She hesitated a moment and I waited for her to elaborate. “He sounds nervous.”

I frowned and ran my hands through my hair. “I understand,” I told her. “Don’t worry Melissa, I will take care of everything.”

I took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and punched the button for line one. “Ashton? To what do I owe the pleasure?” I kept my voice even and reassuring.

“Kane. I’ve been hearing odd rumors, man,” he sounded a bit annoyed.

“Such as?” I kept calm not wanting to feed into his feelings.

“Some of my employees, who have already moved into your office, they tell me that there is an inter-office chatroom called Watercooler there…”

I groaned a bit. “Yes, I created that to try a foster good relations between employees, but it’s turned into a mess of rumors and bullying.”

“Sounds like you should shut it down,” he suggested.