“What are you doing?”
“Seeing if there are any cameras in here.”
“You’re so cute. Fuck. Now strip,” he orders, and if I hadn’t picked that moment to turn and look at him, I might have resisted. But I did pick that moment to look, and having White order me to strip causes chills of need to run through me. When I see him with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it, I’m done for. There’s not a woman around who could resist him.
I sigh in defeat, put my purse down on an office chair beside me, and pull my shirt over my head.
“If we get in trouble for breaking the rules, I’m never going to forgive you.”
“Noted, honey. Now as much as I love that purple bra, take it off.”
“Christ, in all these years, how did I not know you were a lunatic?” I huff, unlatching my bra and thankful that at least this time, there’s a front clasp. “There! Satisfied now?”
“Pinch your nipples.”
“White…”
“Play with your nipples for me, Buttercup. Better yet, hold your breast for me.”
“Hold it? Like this?” I ask, holding my hands under them, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited at the moment. I can feel my panties getting wet just from the way he’s watching my breasts. My eyes go to his cock and I watch his firm hand stroke back and forth on it. It’s a mesmerizing movement, one that I think if I watched for a thousand years, I still wouldn’t get tired of. When I feel his lips suck one of my nipples into his wet, hot mouth, I gasp both in surprise and at the delicious beauty of it. My fingers go to his hair to hold his lips closer, forgetting where we are, forgetting everything but White.
“You like that, Buttercup?” he groans once he lets go of my nipple and then starts paying the same attention to the other one.
“God, yes.”
“Damn it. Every time I’m with you, I think I will get used to how you taste and react, but it never fails to surprise me,” he groans, sucking as much of my breast as he can into his mouth. I hold onto him as he plays, sucking the nipple, biting on my breast and making me feel like I could come at any minute.
“Is that a bad thing?” I gasp as he bites hard into the tender globe of my breast. There will be teeth marks and bruises there. I’ve had them every morning since we’ve been sleeping with each other, and I love them. I wake up to inspect my body, only feeling relief and happiness when I find proof of White’s ownership. I belong to him. His marks make me believe that’s what he wants as much as I do.
“It’s not enough. This isn’t going to work,” he growls, letting go of my breast. He pushes the magazines onto the floor in a pile of glossy tits and ass on pages that look well-worn. I try not to think of that particular aspect and instead focus on the fact that White wanted me over the magazines. Silly? Probably, but I don’t care. It feels like a victory all the same—at least until I listen to his words.
“White?”
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he is shaking his head. “Not enough room there,” he grumbles, looking at the table he knocked the magazines off of.
“What are you talking about?”
He doesn’t answer, he’s so deep in thought that I’m not sure he hears me. Then he looks at the little computer nook and smiles. Before I can question him, he lifts me up.
“White! Put me down! I’m too heavy!” I cry, holding onto his shoulders as he sets me on the computer desk. It’s not exactly comfortable. There’s a keyboard pressing into my thigh. I look at him like he’s insane. It should be a look he is familiar with these days. “What are you doing??”
“Spanking your ass if you don’t quit insinuating you’re fat. I told you, I fucking love your body.”
“White—Oh my God! What are you doing now?” I literally screech as he reaches under my skirt and yanks off my panties, pushing them down to the floor. I watch them fall and wince because they look really big there. Did I really wear granny-panties today only to have sex in a doctor’s exam area? Maybe White won’t notice…
“What the hell are these things?” he growls, and I look to find him staring at my panties too.
“They’re underwear,” I tell him with heated cheeks.
“No, they aren’t.”
“Yes, they are. They’re the proper kind you wear to a doctor’s office, or when you’re going on a long trip.”
“A long trip?”
“Yeah. In case you get in a car accident. You don’t want the paramedics to find you not wearing any and you’d rather not have them look at your sexy panties and think you’re a whore, so you wear…”