Page 8 of Office Affairs

Shit. I was going to regret this. I took a calming breath and focused. I was here now and I wanted him enough that it didn’t matter.

Chase locked the front door and pulled me into his arms. He skimmed his hands over my ribs, up over my back, and cupped my face in his hands. “You’re beautiful.”

He did it again, melting me with words and a look.

I tried to answer him, but words failed me. I didn’t belong here.

Was I going to regret this?

5

SABRINA

Chase’s lips brushed over mine and all my doubts fled under his skillful caress. He tasted warm and sweet, with a bit of the coffee he’d drunk on his breath. I gripped his lapels and let the sensations of his touch carry me away. Nothing else mattered but seeing this through and quelling the inferno of need making me clench my thighs together. This was my moment, and I refused to let anything ruin it.

I was going to have sex with one of Dad’s best friends. No regrets. No second-guessing. I needed this. I deserved this. Chase brushed his thumbs over my cheeks and worked his fingers into my hair. Our kiss deepened, his tongue stroking mine in a slow caress that felt achingly tender. He walked me backward until I hit the wall.

He released my head and grabbed my hips, picking me up off the floor and running his hands beneath my dress to grab my ass. I hooked my legs around his waist.

“You’re not wearing any fucking panties, Sabrina,” he growled in my ear and rocked his pelvis into me. His fingers bit into my bare ass.

My dress rolled up to my waist when he tugged, and he anchored me against the wall with his hard body. The brush of fabric on my exposed sex sent a burst of shock through me. I gasped into his open mouth and bit his lower lip. “They make the dress look bulky.”

He kneaded my ass with both hands, lifting and lowering me over his cock. “Thank fuck for that.” Still holding my ass in his hands, he pulled me away from the wall and walked deeper into the house.

I caught flashes of the interior through my heavy eyelids. A landscape painting of the ocean covered one wall. We passed a series of dark oak doors before Chase entered a room and kicked the door closed behind him.

Chase kissed the column of my throat and caressed my ass before lowering me to the floor.

I reached for his tie, and he batted my hands away, a devious gleam in his eyes. “Not yet.” He turned me around and tugged on the zipper, lowering it several inches before he pulled my back to his chest and cupped my breasts beneath the material. “I told you. I’m going to make sure you never forget this.” He kissed my neck and flicked a thumb over my nipple, then squeezed it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand dipped lower until he cupped my sex in his hand. His fingers slid between my slick folds.

I moaned and arched against him. “Chase. Oh, Chase.”

“That’s it. Say my name.” One finger entered me and his thumb pressed my clit. He worked my body with expert hands, plucking and teasing as I quivered and thrashed.

I looped my arms behind his head and held on, unable to do anything but ride the waves of euphoria pouring in. We stood next to a four-poster bed covered in midnight blue sheets and a silky comforter that I couldn’t wait to feel on my bare skin. “I’m coming.” I ground my hips over his hand. It was all happening too fast. It had been too long since I’d had sex and it showed. The orgasm slammed into me, stealing my breath. “Fuck.”

“Oh, we haven’t gotten to that part yet.” Chase eased his fingers from my pussy and licked them clean. His eyes shuttered as he tasted me and his nostrils flared. “We’re just getting started.” He finished unzipping my dress and pulled it down around my waist, baring my tits. “I’m going to taste every inch of you before I let you have my cock.”

“Only if I get to suck you.” I refused to be a passive participant. I kicked off my dress and turned to face him, dropping to my knees while still wearing my heels. I looked up at him while I worked his belt open and pulled him from his pants. He had a magnificent cock. Long and thick enough to make my pussy tighten as I imagined how it would feel inside me. He didn’t stop me when I opened my mouth and licked the tip. “This is a two-way street, Chase.” I kept my eyes on him. “You don’t get to have all the fun.” With those words, I took him deep into my mouth and sucked.

His groan and the way he grabbed the nearest bedpost gave me a surge of satisfaction. There was something feral and blissful in the way he cupped the back of my head with his other hand. He stood there in his suit, his cock in my mouth, while I was bare-ass naked on my knees in front of him. There was nothing submissive in the position. I had the power here. I stroked his cock with my tongue and worked him deeper, then retreated to lavish attention on the rounded head. He throbbed, the heat and heaviness of him driving me crazy.

“Enough.” Chase pulled me to my feet and motioned at the bed. “My turn.” He stripped off his suit, revealing lean muscles and a series of tattoos across one shoulder.

I traced the swirling lines and kissed the hollow of his bare throat. His thick cock strained forward, and I almost hit my knees again.

He helped me onto the bed with gentle hands and settled me on my back with the pillows behind my head.

“You don’t have to?—”

He shushed me with a kiss that stole all my objections. When he released my lips, my body reacted to his nearness with a hitched breath that pushed my aching breasts closer to his chest. “I’m going to enjoy this, and I want you to enjoy yourself. If we only get one night, it’s going to be the best night either of us has ever had.”

Well if that wasn’t just the sweetest fucking thing ever. I bit my lip and nodded my acceptance. This man, who didn’t even know I was his best friend’s daughter, treated me better than any man in my life. It’s devastating in a way to know that Dad doesn’t even talk about me enough for Chase to have figured it out. But also, if he knew, I’d miss out on this whole experience. Why would Dad talk about me? I’m nothing to him. Nothing but a mistake he made with a woman who abandoned me the day she gave birth. The old hurt blossomed in my chest.

Chase watched me with a hooded expression. “What’s wrong?”

I blinked the pain away and forced out a wobbly smile. “Nothing.” I wasn’t about to kill the mood with my childhood trauma. “I’m not used to anyone caring enough to make me come more than once.” Or at all.

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