Page 15 of Protecting Charity

Taking handfuls of her plump ass, I lifted her then quickly set her down on my desk. I shucked off my suit jacket with a desperation that made me sick with myself. What was she doing to me? I have never done anything like this in my office, but I couldn’t help myself. I was under her spell, and there was no chance of breaking free of it—not that I’d want to.

I palmed her breast and wished I could rip away the thin shirt between us that blocked my fingers from feeling her soft skin. Tugging on the bottom of her shirt, her hands stopped me from removing the offending fabric. She shoved against me, then went down to her knees.

My cock strained against the expensive material that now felt like painful sandpaper the more I moved.

Her delicate fingers worked effortlessly to remove my belt and buttons, then tugged, letting my pants fall to my knees. My cock sprung free, and she licked her lips.

A devious grin befell her face. She peered up, observing me through her lashes, silently begging me to watch what came next. Her warm mouth wrapped around me, taking me deep into her throat with ease.

I jerked hard as she bound her hand around my base and rubbed back and forth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, and I nearly died fighting the urge to come down her throat.

My hands gripped the edge of the desk to steady myself while her mouth worked me in a way that had me wanting to ignore the world for the rest of the day. I needed to lay her out on my desk and ravish her body.

My balls tightened as I grew close. I grabbed the bottom of her chin and stopped her perfected motions. The tip of my dick slowly slipped from her mouth as she watched the tortured expression rip across my face. I nearly came as my cock settled against her lips, glistening and wet, waiting for the next move.

Hauling her up, I shoved her jeans down her silky thighs, discarded her gun, and dipped a finger through her soaked folds. I smirked and twirled her around, curling her over my desk as I imagined doing countless sleepless nights, and disappeared deep inside her.

Her loud moans seized my attention, but hopefully not the regards of anyone outside of my door. I drove back inside in long, hard strokes, causing her to whimper as I invaded every inch of her tight body. My pace hastened as the craving for her body increased to a level of total madness.

She quivered. Her back arched in pleasure, her tightness swallowing me. I reached around, flicking the small bundle of nerves that sent her surging over the edge in a chaotic thunder of suppressed screams and moans. I pushed into her harder, wishing I could be deeper. It wasn’t enough. I felt like a starved man in Hell that could never be satiated. Even though I had all of her, I could never consume enough of her to be satisfied. I’d never get my fill.

I dug my fingers into her luscious waist and brought her hips pounding back against me. The sound of flesh on flesh brought forth a groan from deep in my chest. My balls drew tight as I neared the end of my ravenous feast on her body and burst inside her, warming her with my seed.

My hand found the desk beside her as I braced to catch my breath.

Beep.

“Mr. Moreno? You have a call on line three.”

My chest seized, and I steeled myself, waiting for her to recognize the heavy breathing as a sign I had desecrated my office desk.

“Take a message,” I said in a hoarse voice.

“Of course.”

The phone clicked, and I released my held breath. Charity’s body shook beneath me.

“That is not funny.”

“It’s more than funny,” she said, between muffled cries of laughter.

I slipped my pants back into place and whacked her round ass, making her yelp. A satisfied grin slid across my face.

Shrugging on my jacket, she pulled her jeans over her hips and buttoned them into place. “So, are you going to answer the question?”

“And what was that?” I asked, running my fingers through my disheveled hair.

“Who do you have in mind to go with me?”

I stilled and faced away from her. Did I want to ruin a good thing right this moment? If I didn’t tell her when she’d asked, she’d hound me until she got what she wanted.

I locked eyes with her and readied myself for the sky to fall. “My brother.”

Chapter 8

Charity

“Oh.”

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