Page 66 of Winning Bid

Right now, I feel like I’m standing on the airplane’s wing. Or that I’m freefalling. Except here, I can’t scream.

The moment the squeaking slips away, Anderson speeds up again, forcing me to come on his fingers, his lips, his tongue. This pleasure, this high, is more than one body is meant for. It’s so much that I’m almost numb from it. Nothing else matters but this ride. Fast, ragged breaths steam over the shoulder of my trench coat as I go boneless against him. Holding me up doesn’t deter him. He keeps at me, working me into another right after my second climax. His fingers reach some deeper spot in me, and I can’t keep bracing myself up anymore. I need my hands to cover my mouth because he's making me scream. There’s no holding back anymore. I shatter on him, feeling every cell come apart in burning pleasure.

Only then does he slow down for real this time. Gradually, his grip on my bits loosens. He kisses his way up my body, and I taste myself on his tongue. I need it. The taste of myself makes me want more. I suck his tongue into my mouth, and he groans. It’s a heady sound that makes me want to earn more of them.

As he leans against me, his erection presses against my belly. He pulses against my belly, and a precum wets my stomach as we kiss. I wish I could do something about it. Maybe just a taste of him … but my lizard brain triggers my alert system. We have to get the hell out of here, and I know it.

I give a little push and whisper, “Can you hear them?”

He huffs. “Who?”

“The cleaners.”

He runs his fingers through his hair and steals another glance at my tits, then huffs again before going to the door to listen. As he strains to hear, I straighten out my clothes and hair, clip my bra, and button back up. Nothing to be done about the tights, so I shrug them down into my boots as best I can. When he turns around, he says, “I can’t hear anything. What are you doing?”

I should think that is obvious. “Getting ready for our great escape.”

He smirks. “We’re not going anywhere.”

34

ANDERSON

“Please tell me you're kidding,” she whispers.

But I'm not. “Honestly, what is Andre going to do if we are discovered in his utility closet being naughty? He gave you the key card to his office. If he didn't think you'd use it, he's a fool.”

“Anderson, please! We have to go when we can. If we’re caught?—"

“Then we’ll be punished,” I tell her as I step close enough to breathe her in. “We’ve come this far. What’s a little further?”

Her eyes scan over my face like she’s still waiting for me to crack a smile and tell her this is all a joke.

Instead, I brush my lips over hers and kiss my way up her jawline to her earlobe. I exhale hot breath on her there, earning a shiver. “You're a bad girl for getting dressed. I will have to punish you.”

“We can't do this. As much as I would love to, it's wrong. This is my boss' office.”

I lick up her neck. She lets out a moan like a good girl. “That's why you want to do it. Because it's wrong. The thought of getting away with something like this turns you on, right?”

She breathes the faintest version of the word, “Yes.”

“Besides, it's not like you're the only one with needs. Getting you off has made me rock hard.”

“Still, I don't think it's a good idea.”

“The best ideas are the worst ones. Get on your knees for me.”

Her breaths come harder now as she kneels before me. When she looks up, there is so much lust in her eyes it’s hard not to come in my pants like a horny twenty-year-old at his first Spring Break sighting of a girl flashing her tits. As she reaches for my zipper, I tell her, “No. Not yet. Show me your tits.”

June sits back and slowly unbuttons her blouse. When she unclips her bra, her breasts burst forward.

I will never get tired of that. “Now you can unzip me.”

She unbuttons my fly, jerks the zipper down all the way, and reaches into my trousers for my cock. I've been straining against my trousers for what felt like hours. Now I'm free, and much more relaxed. Probably shouldn't be, though, considering we could be found at any moment, but truthfully, the thought turns me on.

Andre has been a thorn in my family's side for a long time. That piece of shit kidnapped June, and now he's trying to take over my family's businesses. Getting caught fucking in his utility closet would be hilarious. Seems only right.

The moment her lips breathe over the head of my cock, it is everything I can do not to yank her to her feet and fuck her. She's had me on edge since I felt her come around my fingers. Not to mention the danger of it all. What I wouldn't give to see Andre's face once he finds out about us here.

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