Page 29 of Rut Bar

You can’t fire her because he’s friendly with his coworkers.

I swallow down my gasps and whimpers. His timer hasn’t gone off yet. Either he miscalculated or he lied. Did he do this on purpose so we’d get caught? Either seems possible. It’s Anthony.

But my stupid omega hindbrain is more worried about her use of a nickname for him. I should be worried about getting caught fucking my employee, not about two employees becoming friends.

Anthony slaps a hand over my mouth to stifle my whimpers, but his fingers never slow their pace inside me. They don’t stop like they should. My release builds and builds until I know it’s going to wreck me when it hits.

This is wrong, but it’s far too late to care.

“I bet the IRS agent thinks of bending you over your desk too,” he whispers directly into my ear.

The thought of Brendan—buttoned-up, straight-laced IRS agent Brendan—bending me over my desk is enough to tip me over the edge. My walls crash down as my pussy spasms around his hand. The milking contractions squeeze his buried fingers and tug on my clit. I’m grateful for the hand cupped over my mouth. It’s a reminder to reclaim some restraint and stop acting so wantonly. I barely hold back my moans even with his muffling.

Anthony removes his hand and captures my mouth with a kiss while my body pulses with aftershocks. He pulls his fingers free with a wet suck and tugs my panties down. The air is cold against my hot slit.

The sound of his zipper sliding down is far too loud.We can’t. What if she hears it? What is he doing?The slap of skin against skin makes it fairly obvious what he’s doing. He’s jerking off.

He kisses me until I’m dizzy as he palms his cock and works it. His breathing comes faster, and so do his strokes. All I can think of is that she’ll hear it. This is it—we’re going to get caught. It’s exhilarating. Like cresting the top of a rollercoaster and facing the long drop. You know it’s coming, yet it’s still a surprise when it happens.

The head of his cock hits my wet folds as he tugs, and then his breathing shudders. His hips cant. His hard cock thrusts between my legs, fucking through my wet folds and rubbing against my overly sensitized clit with every pass. The hardness of his cold piercing and the warmth of his skin are a distracting combination. My pussy wants him to turn me and pull my hips up and sink deep inside.

It doesn’t matter that I already came. I want more. Need it with an intensity that frightens me. I’ve never been so horny before.

What’s wrong with me?I’ve never had such a lapse in self-control before. It’s like sitting in that office for days, trapped in a fish bowl of Brendan’s delicious alpha pheromones, has rotted my brain.

Anthony works me like my pussy is a sleeve, his cock sliding between my labia. My wetness makes loud smacking sounds as he moves faster. His breathing grows heavy. Emma is going to hear us. She’s going to open that door and see Anthony’s cock sliding between my thighs as he uses me to jerk himself off. She’s going to see my skirt rucked up around my waist and my panties pulled down my thighs. The black and blue marks he spanked all over my ass.

A part of me wants her to. I want her to see me staking a claim. Know he’s off limits to her. That he’s mine, now. Emma and her nickname for him can fuck right off.

His pace picks up, the wet smacks obscene and loud. I ache for him. I’m needy and empty. Anthony groans and buries his face in my hair. He grabs my ass, his fingers digging into the bruises until I have to choke off my gasp. His cockhead and piercing stroke against my swollen clit, and a second, smaller orgasm makes me flutter. I bite my lip to hold back my loud moan and throw my arms around his neck to hang on before I fall over.

Lips crash down on mine and my teeth cut into my lip a bit. He kisses me like he’s feral. Desperate.

Anthony comes with a stifled groan and I feel him shuddering as he finds his release. We break our kiss and he tilts his forehead against mine. Our breaths are synched and now that he’s come, we’re both slowing down. My prickly heart thaws a bit at the weirdly intimate moment.

“Here’s your present for being such a good girl, baby,” he whispers. “I’m going to check later, and if I found that you took them off, I’m going to bend you over no matter where we are or who can see and I’ll fill your pretty little pussy up till it’s bursting.”

His words don’t make any sense until he grabs the edges of my panties and hikes them up. The cold, wet fabric against my heated flesh is a shock. That’s too much wetness. He… Did he just shoot his cum into my panties and tug them back up?

My eyes widen. “What do you think you’re doing?” I hiss as softly as I can.

Anthony pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts my face up. “I mean it, baby. Wherever we are. Whoever is there with us. If I palm your ass and I don’t feel a panty line or if I lift your skirt to check and it’s not there, I will bend you over and fuck you raw and breed your cunt until you’re dripping. I don’t care if the whole fucking world has to watch me fuck you for you to know that you and this pretty pussy are mine now. I will shout it from the rooftop for the entirety of Los Angeles to bear witness to, if that’s what it takes to convince you we want you and we mean it. Forever. Till death do us part.”

My stomach squirms.It’s unease,I tell myself. Not anticipation. Not yearning.

I don’t wantthis. Forever. Shit. I’m not meant for forever. Nobody keeps me for that long.

I work better alone.

He slaps his palm against my cunt, the wet fabric squelching, and I flinch.

All I can think of is how long sperm live and how fast they can travel and I can’t remember if I took my pill this morning.No, I did. I always do.I’m meticulous about it. But there’s a bit of doubt that leaves me uneasy. That can’t happen. My heat’s coming too early.

My mouth drops open and closes twice before I figure out what I want to say. Some way to wrestle control back in this unwieldy whatever the fuck this is. It’s not a relationship. It’s business with benefits.

“Grab something and go out there,” I tell him. “Get Emma away from the bar so I can slip out.”

His face hardens as if he’s disappointed in me, and the idea I might deserve it stings. “Okay, baby. I don’t mind doing this again tomorrow. And the day after. And the next. I’ll breed your pussy every day until you realize we mean every word. We want you for keeps.”

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