All That He Wants(21)

We continued that way for another few minutes, our damp skin sliding sensually against each other, our tongues brushing each other’s lips, until at last he said, “Don’t move.” His hand reached down to the base of his shaft – I trembled with another aftershock as I felt the tips of his fingers graze my swollen lips – and then he slowly pulled out as he gripped the bottom of the condom.

I was a little sad as I felt him slide out of me.

He bent down and kissed my breasts, my belly, and licked where my leg joined my body. I gasped.

He grinned. “Be right back,” he promised, and disappeared from the room.

He was back within seconds with a small trash can, a box of kleenex, and some bottled water from the fridge we’d seen earlier. As I cleaned myself up, I couldn’t help watching him do the same, peeling the condom away and drying himself. By now he was pretty much limp, but even then he was bigger than anyone else I’d ever been with when they were fully erect.

And twice as arousing.

I could feel the heat building inside me again, and shivered the tiniest bit.

After we’d disposed of the trash, he unscrewed the bottles of water, handed one to me, and drank deeply of his. Then he laid down next to me, his warm, muscular frame pressed against my side.

His hands grazed my belly, gently cupped my breasts, played over the little landing strip of hair between my legs. I returned the favor, entranced as I traced the shadowy swells of his muscles beneath his brown skin.

“Turn over,” he growled.

I began to get a little worried. I’d seen just enough porno clips to be concerned about where this might be headed.

“Uh… why?”

The corners of his mouth turned up. “Just trust me.”#p#分页标题#e#

I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea… but I flipped over onto my stomach.

He began to caress my ass, to brush his fingers across the inside of my thighs, and to kiss the small of my back. He licked lightly from the base of my spine all the way up to between my shoulder blades, then kissed his way back down.

Aaaahhhh.

I closed my eyes and just let him do whatever he wanted. The post-orgasmic glow was still washing through my entire body, and Connor was slowly stoking it up into a rising flame again.

My brain was mostly mush at this point. I was totally in the moment, enjoying myself more than I could ever remember – and totally not thinking about what I’d just done.

Well, no, that’s not exactly right. I was thinking about all the pleasure and how amazing it had been.

I just wasn’t thinking about where I’d done it.

So his next words were like a punch to the gut.

“I bet when you came in this morning, you didn’t think you’d be having sex in the company boardroom.”

I could hear the grin in his voice, the naughty side I’d seen at play earlier.

But that’s not what hit me like a sledgehammer.

My eyes flew open and I bolted upright like I was in a horror movie.

“OH MY GOD!” I cried out, and not in pleasure this time.

Connor looked like I’d given him a heart attack. “What?! What is it?!”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe I did this!” I choked out as I jumped to my feet and gathered up my clothes as fast as I could.

He started laughing and lolled onto his back, his hands folded behind his head, like he was enjoying a lazy day at the beach.

Even in my state of panic, I couldn’t help but notice how incredible he looked – that broad chest, the rippling abs, his very large… uh, member lolling on his thigh.

“Stop. Come here,” he said, putting his hand up in the air and trying to catch my hand.

I wouldn’t allow myself to be caught. “I’m so going to get fired,” I whimpered as I pulled on my panties and then my bra.

“Nobody knows we’re here.”

“There are cameras!” I snapped.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, like he liked that. “Reaaaally.”

“Well… not in here, but out in the receptionist area! Somebody could have seen us go in, and – ”

“And we’ll tell them we were drinking coffee. Come here,” he said, grabbing my ankle and trying to pull me to him.

I stepped away and slipped on my skirt. “It’s going to smell like – like sex!” I hissed, as though I were afraid someone might overhear me.

Then I went over and felt the floor. There was a wet spot.

“Oh God,” I moaned, and closed my eyes in pain.

“What?”

“It’s… it’s wet,” I said, barely able to bring myself to say it. “Where we had sex.”

Glug glug glug.

I looked down to see Connor very deliberately pouring out his bottled water on the carpet.