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soaking wet.”
    “Please.
Please.” The words made me dizzy.
    His fingers
found my clit then, swollen and bruised to the touch. I cried out
as he made little circles over it, teasing it from beneath its
hood. I’d never been touched with such confidence or precision, and
gushed for the first time, slathered his palm.
    “You’re a noisy
girl.” His clothed cock twitched against the cheeks of my ass. “I
wish all the staff were in to hear you moaning for me. You’re going
to get a sharp shock when I break you in. Do you understand
that?”
    I ground harder
against his hand. “Yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, Mr
Flemming.”
    “That’s
better.”
    He kept
stroking in that even rhythm, my whole pelvis tightening with every
thrust of his thumb. Each time my muscles tugged downward, I
slipped further into throbbing, achy bliss. I sighed breathlessly,
turned on even more by my own sounds. The cab honked outside in
annoyance, but neither of us cared.
    I must have
stood there, violated so beautifully, for a good ten minutes before
my orgasm stirred. Back then, I didn’t much recognize the signs,
but I twisted my hips so my clit met his fingers harder, and the
buttery walls of my pussy gripped and released him in snares.
    When a hot flush seared me from top to bottom, I knew it was
coming.   He   knew. He went faster, deeper, his other hand squeezing my
breast under my dress.
    “Oh God, oh
God,” I cried between breaths. “I’m–I’m going to…”
    He panted
against the back of my neck as I tipped over the edge. Split on the
blade. The dark office rushed up inside me, but got forced back out
at the same time. The orgasm devoured my insides until they cramped
and ached–like toothache–pain, but I was sweeter for it.
    Charlie turned
me, still breathless and trembling, to face him in the dim light.
“Are you okay?”
    I wrapped my
arms around him, mewed into his chest. He nuzzled my cheek, and
tipped my chin so he could finally claim my mouth. The kiss was
slow and teasing, and I smiled like an idiot as he broke away.
    “I’ve never
done that with a man,” I confessed.
    “I hope I
haven’t spoiled you for the rest of them.” He grinned.
    “Oh.” I leaned in to smell his neck, and Charlotte yelped,
frayed at the edges by musk and spices and mellowed body heat “I
hope you   have .”
    He kissed me
again, releasing my hips to unbuckle his belt. When he drew my
hands down I filled my palms with his cock, so hot and thick as it
stood against his belly.
    “What do you
think?” He swallowed. “Will I fit inside you?”
    “I don’t
know…but I want you to try.”
    “While you’re
still so wet,” he murmured, arching his back as I squeezed him,
“and so relaxed. Take that dress off for me.”
    Off it came in
an awkward tangle of arms and hair. I fumbled with my underwear,
but when I stood back in nothing but my heels, his appreciation was
evident.
    “On my desk,”
he whispered.
    He nodded as I
lay back, exposing myself to the warm air while he kicked off his
shoes and trousers. In the dark, he reached into his desk drawer
and rolled the condom over his length. He still wore his shirt and
tie as he climbed on top of me, sending picture frames clattering
to the floor. Our kiss grew lazy and indulgent.
    “Tell me you
want this,” he said, rubbing his cock head over my glistening
lips.
    “I want it so
much it hurts to think about it.”
    He lifted my
legs and sank into me in one firm, seamless movement. I squealed
like it was the first time without even trying, he stretched me so
tautly. I hadn’t felt my boyfriend nearly so deep and I bit into
his shoulder to shut myself up.
    Charlie worked
himself in and out of me with deliberate slowness.
    “You’re so
fucking tight,” he panted. “Do you like it, angel? Being full
up?”
    “Mmm.” I
matched his thrusts now. To think–I’d always matched his desire.
“Harder, please…”
    He spread my
legs farther as he gained pace. My skin burned