“You bastard, let me go!” She struggled, squirming.
He twisted until he pinned her up against another wall. He held her prisoner, panting as if he had run a marathon.
“What do you want from me?” she gasped. She gripped his shoulders and thrust her hip against his erection. His dick jabbed the inside of her thigh, and she licked her lips at the need to stroke or wrap her mouth around it.
“You know what I want, damn you.” He gritted his teeth and rocked against her.
Sick of the bullshit, and not caring about the consequences, she dragged her palm down his chest until she met the waistband of his swim trunks. Staring him straight in the eyes, she reached into his shorts and gripped his cock.
He jutted against her palm. Curving her fingers around his length, she griped him. She stroked from root to tip, running her thumb over the silky flesh and bulging veins. Quinn’s eyes rolled in back in his head. She wanted to feel the same, for him to touch her as intimately as she touched him.
“Kiss me before I die,” she ordered, and before she could pull his face down to hers, his lips landed on hers.
He filled her with his breath, his tongue swiping the inside of her cheeks. She squeezed his dick tightly and he groaned. Dauntless, she found one of his balls and stroked the fleshy sack.
Cupping her ass, he turned, sitting her on the edge of the desk. She kept stroking and caressing his cock and balls. He had large round, testicles that complimented his engorged cock. Just thinking about how big he was made her shudder in delight. She squirmed, imaging what it would feel like with him inside her again.
He pushed her down until she lay prone on the desk. She mewled. As she reached for him, he landed on top of her and kissed her with a passion matching her own. He slid his palms up her legs, urging them apart. Biting down on his lip, he grunted and cupped her through her bathing suit. She bucked against him, wanting him to finger her naked pussy or eat her out with his slick tongue.
He broke away and stared at her, eyes glittering. “Should I worry this will end up in your expose?”
“Nope, not all. I promise.” She dragged his face down and licked his lips.
“Better not.” He ground his palm against her mound. “Do you like the way I touch you?”
She nodded and he rewarded her with another deep, luscious lip lock. He peppered kisses across her throat and the middle of her chest. With shaking fingers, she drew down the straps of her bathing suit until she was bare to his gaze.
“Nice. Plump, the way I like them.” He circled one areola and the other. She arched up as he took one of her nipples between his lips.
Her body on fire, she was ready to combust any minute. Quinn dove into the bottom of her bathing suit and cupped her. With his thumb grazing her clit, she cried out in pleasure.
“How long has it been for you? When’s the last time a man played with your pussy?” He stared at her in hunger while he licked her nipple. When she didn’t answer, he rocked two fingers into her.
“Ah…too long! Years! Fuck me. Now!” she wailed, curving her leg around his hip.
“Can’t…no condom,” he groaned and returned to pleasuring her breasts. He rotated his digits in deep and she shook from the intensity and the way her muscles contracted around the wonderful intrusion.
He abandoned her chest and gave her a bruising kiss. She reached in between them, on the hunt for his cock to toy with and swiftly pumped his smooth flesh.
He cried out her name. She moaned his in return, stiffened, and broke apart, coming hard and fast. Quinn groaned and his cum splashed her hand. She purred, savoring his climax and the way he quivered until he went limp.
He stilled inside her, littering kisses on the side of her neck. She whispered his name and lay her head to the side to allow him better access, aching for more.
Quinn sucked hard on her skin then leaned away and fixed her with a drowsy stare, running a thumb down her cheek. “My Carly.”
He’d said the exact same thing the first time they made love. Hearing him say it again made her chest burst with happiness.
Two things happened at once. A cell phone ring came from Quinn’s swimsuit on the floor and the office door swung open. He jerked away, slipping his fingers out of her. She released his cock, her hand sticky with his release, and blanched at a man dressed in a white uniform, gun strapped to his hip.
Oh shit. She yanked up her bathing suit and jumped down from the desk. Quinn grabbed his phone and moved toward the window, talking in a stilted, distant voice. She’d thought she would never hear him that way again. Grabbing a tissue from the desk she helped defile, she wiped the drying cum off her hands. The man at the door glared at her. Her stomach twisted and she was considering running into the bathroom to hide when her own phone rang.