Now, Please
sliding along my wetness.
    He lightly sucked my bottom lip as his erection probed me, sliding to my opening. With one shove, his girth filled me, a momentary burst of pain making me wince as he rubbed my soreness.
    “Are you okay?” he asked against my lips.
    I didn’t bother answering. I threw my arms around his shoulders and swung my other leg upward. Clutching his middle with my thighs, I rocked into him. Soreness turned to exquisite pain, spreading in my body languidly. Gyrating my hips, I started a fast pace, which he met without hesitation.
    His hard body pushed me into the harder wall. His length seared into me. His hips slammed against me as pain fell away, to reveal only unyielding pleasure.
    I clutched his muscular shoulders as my body turned into liquid magma. I was close and we had only just started.
    Luckily, so was he. “I need to come,” he said in a moan as his body worked in deep, hard thrusts.
    “Yes…” I matched his movement with rocking hips. Everything tightened. I held my breath in the moment before I exploded in a cry of delight. “Holy hell!” The thunk of my head hitting the wall competed with our mingled panting.
    I let my limbs go limp.
    Hunter grunted, having to shift so as not to drop me. I chuckled but didn’t help.
    He helped me straighten up and looked down into my eyes. “I want to take you home and make out.”
    I probably shouldn’t have laughed, because he was absolutely serious, but…I couldn’t help it. “Like high school.”
    “I didn’t go to high school. I missed out on some things.”
    “Then making out sounds great.” I ran my hands up his chest. “We could start now, even.”
    His smile stole my breath as he turned away. “Later. Business first. Play later.”
    By the time he’d crossed the room, the smile had already been wiped away. He picked up his computer and headed for the door. “Pack up. I’ll meet you back here.”
    “Okay. I’ll probably go work on Bruce’s notes at the lagoon area, so if you get done early, that’s where I’ll be.”
    He gave a brief nod before leaving the room.
    “Okay… goodbye .” I rolled my eyes. He might be a big-time CEO with oodles of money, but he was still a work in progress. I would definitely teach that kid manners.
    Smiling like an idiot, I headed back to my room to get ready. What I was doing with Hunter might be incredibly stupid, but I didn’t care. It felt good. I felt good.Repercussions be damned.

    A t about ten thirty I wandered into the lagoon area. I lowered myself onto a table and hauled out my computer. After signing in, I clicked out of instant message and didn’t bother opening email. Hunter had given me a pass, and I planned to use it. I’d been thinking about Bruce’s notes, and his goals, and had come up with a list of things that might be cool. I bent to my work and shut out the world.
    It was because of the extreme focus, however, that I missed the person entering my oasis of solitude. I didn’t notice the presence until the table shifted and creaked as someone sat opposite me. Forced out of my concentration, I glanced up in irritation. And then froze.
    Rodge sat with his hands clasped in front of him, staring at me with hard, cunning eyes. “You’ve become quite a nuisance to me.”
    Feigning indifference, I glanced back at my computer screen. “I’m just doing my job.”
    “So it would seem.” The top of my laptop slammed down. Rodge’s fingers splayed across the top, white from the pressure. I looked up, startled. “My son gives a command, and you tear off your panties to please him. I should’ve expected a lowborn peasant to adopt tunnel vision for her rich boss. I underestimated your drive to please your betters.”
    “Peasant? Betters? Did you just fall out of 1890 and crack your head? Get off my laptop.”
    Rodge stood slowly, his hand still on my computer. He walked around the table with predatory steps before sitting right next to me. I scooted away to allow more room,

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