cupping the bare mound. He separated his fingers, pulled up and found her clit with his thumb. He pressed down hard, stroking over it at the same time he withdrew his cock, thrusting hard back inside.
He swallowed the groan of pure pleasure. This is what he’d wanted since he first touched her; first felt her skin against his. This was what some primal part of him knew belonged to him. This was meant to be his from the first groan of pleasure she surrendered to him.
Bailey moaned softly when he thrust back inside. Slowly. Teasingly. She’d never been so full before; never so hot and hungry. She flexed her muscles deliberately, feeling the length of him; savoring the hardness that stroked back to the tip and then burying himself balls deep inside her. She wanted to touch him, feel every inch and study the man who was slowly driving her mad.
She wanted him to move. Wanted him to stroke her until she could come!
At last his hot cock was all the way in, his balls jiggling against her clit, his bare, warm stomach against her ass. He held there for a long moment, his hands wandering around her body, the touches on her breasts and sides and back and ass and thighs seeming random. Apparently he wanted to feel every inch of her, too.
Gabriel stopped barely a moment when her muscles tightened. Another time he’d tease her and make her wait, he told his other senses, withdrawing his cock and thrusting hard, over and over until he felt her body clench. Her entire body gripped him, clutched down with a power he found impossible to control or stop. He heard her head hit the desk and saw her knuckles whiten, but she never uttered a sound above the whimper and thick, ragged sigh that breathed out his name.
His body erupted with the power of a fiery explosion. His hands gripped her hips, held her in place as his cock controlled him for a long, long minute. His brain was absent; his mind centered on the soft heart shaped ass he was plastered against and the hot white lightning that seared into his soul.
Gabriel Garrett could honestly admit to never having taken a woman in the office of his business. Not his professional life. But Bailey O’Conner was having him break long established rules about how his life should function. How it should be separated.
His palm stroked along the firm length of her thigh, his legs supporting him as he reluctantly backed away. He kissed the side of her face when that seductively sweet whimper met his withdrawal.
“Stay right there a minute, Bailey,” Gabriel inhaled, removed the condom and straightened his slacks and shirt before striding into the bathroom.
“I don’t think I can move,” she murmured, wanting nothing more than to curl against him and purr. And rub her ass. It stung like mad and she knew she’d find ways to work standing up for the next hour at least. She heard his soft laughter and decided she really liked the sound.
“I like you melted and submissive,” Gabriel brought a warm cloth from the bathroom, gently running it up her inner thighs and across her pussy. He set it on the desk and nudged her foot. “Stand up slowly, Bailey. You might be a little dizzy,” he held her when she swayed, his palms on her waist.
“I had no idea…” Just like Friday night, she had so many things tumbling around inside her head. Questions, doubts and fears. “I have to go. I’ve never taken this long for lunch before,” she spun but did it too quickly and knew immediately that the blood hadn’t returned to her head from all those warm delicious spots it had traveled to.
“Easy, pet…slow down,” he leaned her against the desk, long legs carrying him to the dining area where he refilled her ice water and brought it to her. “Drink. You get a little dehydrated after a session. Have dinner with me tonight, Bailey.”
She gulped down the water and stared up at him.
“It’s a request, Bailey. Not an order,” he said with a grin, the sweet uncertainty in her eyes sending another
He swallowed the groan of pure pleasure. This is what he’d wanted since he first touched her; first felt her skin against his. This was what some primal part of him knew belonged to him. This was meant to be his from the first groan of pleasure she surrendered to him.
Bailey moaned softly when he thrust back inside. Slowly. Teasingly. She’d never been so full before; never so hot and hungry. She flexed her muscles deliberately, feeling the length of him; savoring the hardness that stroked back to the tip and then burying himself balls deep inside her. She wanted to touch him, feel every inch and study the man who was slowly driving her mad.
She wanted him to move. Wanted him to stroke her until she could come!
At last his hot cock was all the way in, his balls jiggling against her clit, his bare, warm stomach against her ass. He held there for a long moment, his hands wandering around her body, the touches on her breasts and sides and back and ass and thighs seeming random. Apparently he wanted to feel every inch of her, too.
Gabriel stopped barely a moment when her muscles tightened. Another time he’d tease her and make her wait, he told his other senses, withdrawing his cock and thrusting hard, over and over until he felt her body clench. Her entire body gripped him, clutched down with a power he found impossible to control or stop. He heard her head hit the desk and saw her knuckles whiten, but she never uttered a sound above the whimper and thick, ragged sigh that breathed out his name.
His body erupted with the power of a fiery explosion. His hands gripped her hips, held her in place as his cock controlled him for a long, long minute. His brain was absent; his mind centered on the soft heart shaped ass he was plastered against and the hot white lightning that seared into his soul.
Gabriel Garrett could honestly admit to never having taken a woman in the office of his business. Not his professional life. But Bailey O’Conner was having him break long established rules about how his life should function. How it should be separated.
His palm stroked along the firm length of her thigh, his legs supporting him as he reluctantly backed away. He kissed the side of her face when that seductively sweet whimper met his withdrawal.
“Stay right there a minute, Bailey,” Gabriel inhaled, removed the condom and straightened his slacks and shirt before striding into the bathroom.
“I don’t think I can move,” she murmured, wanting nothing more than to curl against him and purr. And rub her ass. It stung like mad and she knew she’d find ways to work standing up for the next hour at least. She heard his soft laughter and decided she really liked the sound.
“I like you melted and submissive,” Gabriel brought a warm cloth from the bathroom, gently running it up her inner thighs and across her pussy. He set it on the desk and nudged her foot. “Stand up slowly, Bailey. You might be a little dizzy,” he held her when she swayed, his palms on her waist.
“I had no idea…” Just like Friday night, she had so many things tumbling around inside her head. Questions, doubts and fears. “I have to go. I’ve never taken this long for lunch before,” she spun but did it too quickly and knew immediately that the blood hadn’t returned to her head from all those warm delicious spots it had traveled to.
“Easy, pet…slow down,” he leaned her against the desk, long legs carrying him to the dining area where he refilled her ice water and brought it to her. “Drink. You get a little dehydrated after a session. Have dinner with me tonight, Bailey.”
She gulped down the water and stared up at him.
“It’s a request, Bailey. Not an order,” he said with a grin, the sweet uncertainty in her eyes sending another
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