Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Look at you,” I say, voice low and awed. “Fucking perfect. My come seeping out of you. Your body red from my touch. You’re so beautiful right now. So sexy.”
“Jack,” she whimpers, voice small, nodding at my crotch.
I look down. “I can’t help it,” I tell her, as my cock hardens again, still slick with her release. And mine. “But we should get back.”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “We should. I’m too sore to go again.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” I tell her. “I’ve already taken enough. I swear, Dakota, I didn’t think our first time would be in some poor guy’s office.”
“I’m too sore for sex again,” she murmurs.
Again, I think, I’m the luckiest bastard alive. She slides onto the floor, kneels in front of me, looking up at me with wide, excited eyes. She looks so confident, so in control.
“Are you going to make me beg you to put your dick in my mouth?”
I stumble forward, almost passing out from blood loss. When she wraps her hand around my base, I almost come all over her face, even though I just came.
She brings her lips to my head, opens, and sucks my tip as she works my shaft with her hand. She keeps her eyes open, looking up at me, like she wants to see the power she has over me. I might be a billionaire, a CEO, but right now, she’s in charge.
She moves her head up and down, sucking more of me, her hand moving faster. I’m in heaven, staring down at pretty eyes, focusing on her tongue swirling around as her hand pumps furiously.
Then—a knock at the door. Heavy. Impatient.
“Jack?”
It’s Pete.
Fuck.
“You in there?”
I take a step back, my cock leaving Dakota’s mouth with a wet pop that suddenly doesn’t feel sexy. It feels illicit. Wrong. She deserves so much better than this, so much more.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Dakota, seriously, I am. But you’re going to have to hide.”
She stands slowly, eyes glistening. But not with pleasure now.
What have I done?
“Uh, sure,” she murmurs, voice so low, even I struggle to hear.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper again.
Another knock.
“Jack?”
“I’m here,” I reply. “Had an idea—had to find somewhere quiet. Give me a second.”
“So I can come in, yeah?”
Dakota walks to the corner of the room, kneels, and crawls behind some filing cabinets.
I swallow, feeling sick. What the fuck is wrong with me? I had to have known somebody might want access to this room. Now, she’s hiding like we’ve done something wrong, like she should be ashamed, when she gave me the best sex of my life. No competition.
I pull up my pants.
“Why wouldn’t you be able to come in?” I snarl.
CHAPTER 15
DAKOTA
Okay, I’ll admit it. This has put cold water on the whole episode.
Hot doesn’t even come close to explaining what just happened. When his hands and mouth were on me, that was heaven, fire touching my clit and my lips and my core. I thought it couldn’t get better, or that nerves might ruin it. But when I felt his cock filling me up, swelling inside… and saw his face, animalistic, fixed on me, obsessed, I forgot about all the complications.
Now, I feel used, pathetic, and ashamed.
The door creaks. A man says, “What are you doing in here?”
Jack replies angrily. “I told you, Pete, I had an idea. Needed somewhere quiet. Do I need to write you a goddamn report about it?”
“Easy, man,” Pete replies. “I was just asking. People are asking after you. We’ve got palms to grease, remember, if we want back-door access to the latest graphics cards before they’re released.”
That’s smart. That gives them an edge when planning new releases and expansions. I just wish I wasn’t having this observation with my mouth still wet from his cock, my pussy aching and dripping his come into my underwear, while kneeling like an ignored dog on the floor.
“After you,” Jack grunts.
They both leave, the door closing behind them. I count to twenty-five, then stand, feeling his release drip down my leg. When I leave the room, luckily, no one’s in the corridor.
I rush to the bathroom and clean up, wash my hands, and look at myself in the mirror. I feel high, almost, like I’m floating on cloud nine. But also used and a little gross. How can both be true at the same time?
A text arrives as I leave the bathroom.
Jack: I’m so sorry, beautiful. I can’t believe I had to leave you like that. Just know, that I KNOW you deserve more. So much more.
Dakota: Don’t worry about it.
I type, but I don’t send the message.
How can I tell him not to worry when I feel like I might burst into tears any second? I feel humiliated, and also… angry at myself. I knew what this was when I came here. It turned me on, I’ve got to admit, the secret looks, the secret texts. It got me so hot and I didn’t even stop to think about what would come after.