Page 63 of Magnetic God

He thrusts in me, and we both groan. I glance at the door. Shit. Did we lock it? I don’t think we did. But all thoughts fade when he pulls out, thrusting again. A whimper works its way up my throat.

“Shh,” he says as he rocks into me. “We don’t want everyone at your gala to know what a dirty girl you’re being.”

His hand moves to cover my mouth as he fucks me harder. I moan against his hand, and he presses harder.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed how well you take me, Angel. No one feels as good as you.”

I can only groan in response because I know exactly what he means. No one feels as good as him.

“Are you close?” he asks as he nips the side of my neck. “Because I am.”

I nod. He pulls out, spinning me so I’m facing him. Before I can process how sexy he looks with his cock out, he lifts me, putting my butt on the top of my desk.

“Lie back, because this is going to be hard and fast.”

“I want you to choke me,” I say, as I lie back.

His nostrils flair as he pulls me to the edge of the desk. A moment later, he’s inside of me and his hand is around my throat, pushing my head back.

I know the moment he sees the tattoo.

“Fuck,” he groans, his grip tightening. “Is this for me, Angel?”

I’m so close to my climax that it’s hard to think. He stills and I whimper.

“Is this for me?” His thumb rubs the script tattoo on the underside of my chin.

“No, it’s not. Now, fuck me.”

Something flashes in his eyes right before he slams into me. We both grunt, but he doesn’t slow his pace. Fiery pleasure shoots through me right before I come, shattering around his cock. He rocks into me a few more times before stilling, filling me.

“That’s it, Angel. Take all of my cum,” he whispers against my ear.

He holds me down with the hand around my throat until we’ve both stopped shaking. Finally, he pulls out. And I miss him right away.

All I can do is lie there. My limbs literally feel like jelly.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

I snort and push myself to a sitting position. Our combined juices run out of me, making me cringe. Shit. How could we be so reckless?

“Angel?”

“No, you weren’t too rough.” I stand. “You can see yourself out.”

I don’t wait to hear his reply as I make my way to the attached bathroom. The woman in the mirror looks like a version of myself that I haven’t seen for a very long time. She’s happy even if her lipstick is smeared and her skin is flushed. All because of Brooks.

Hot tears fill my eyes. Opening the closet door, I grab a washcloth. While the water warms, I use the toilet. When I’m finished, I wet the cloth and then wipe between my legs. I’m already tender, which isn’t a surprise. Brooks is well endowed, and we weren’t exactly gentle with each other. My body tingles at the memory. No! I can’t do that to myself. This was a one time deal.

Tossing the washcloth in the trash, I make sure I look decent before leaving. I’m shocked to find Brooks sitting behind my desk, my phone in his hand.

“Dave has called a few times. I’m sure he’s out there, wondering where you are.”

I feel like ice douses me. Fuck. Dave might not be out there, since Renee was going to throw him out, but there are potential clients who could have come looking for me. What was I thinking?

“Give me my phone.”

He does, and I tuck it in the pocket of my dress.

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