Page 46 of Time to Bounce

Okay, I wanted to do more than talk, but I wasn’t going to fuck this up by doing things she wasn’t willing to have done to her.

But she shocked the hell out of me by reaching for my shirttails and yanking it over my head.

I was so stunned by the act that I didn’t think to protest the move at all.

She tossed the shirt down on the floor, then started to hike up her dress.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching her.

She brought the fabric to her hips then hooked her fingers in her panties and pushed them to the floor.

I had the barest of glimpses of her pussy—she had hair covering her, but just a smattering—before the fabric dropped back down to her feet.

“Let’s just be honest with ourselves, Gable Carter.” She rolled her eyes and reached for me, her hand going to my belt. “I’ve been staring at you for the last few hours, and you piss me off. Not a good combination.”

I didn’t bother to argue with her.

I watched as she tugged my belt open, reached for my jeans, and tugged those wide, too.

My cock was so hard that I could barely think as her knuckles brushed past it.

“This time, though…” She reached into her purse and pulled out a condom. “We do this the correct way.”

My eyes went to the condom she had in her hand between her thumb and forefinger, then smirked.

“If you want to be in charge,” I teased as I locked the door behind me, then tugged the rolling chair from behind Quaid’s desk to position it right behind the door.

“This time, I definitely want to be in charge.” She narrowed her eyes, as if I was questioning her bravery.

I sat in the chair, then waited for her next move.

I loved seeing her like this, so I didn’t help her at all when she warred with herself.

“You don’t think anyone will see into these windows, right?” she asked as she reached for my jeans again.

I hefted my hips up off the chair and grinned as she struggled to get the jeans down over my ass.

I helped her out because her glare was so damn cute, and sat back down, bare ass on leather.

She dropped down to her knees between my thighs, and I cursed.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“The windows?” she pushed.

“We’re at the corner office that leads outside. And the only people who come down this hallway are important people. And all of them were in their offices last time I checked,” I said. “Plus, you’d have to be looking to see.”

And most people didn’t actively look with the lights off.

“Good,” she said as she reached for my cock.

The moment her tiny little hand closed around me, I had to fight back the urge to come.

Yes, I had that little control when it came to Athena Murphy.

My cock looked obscene against her hand.

She was all soft and feminine with her perfectly painted nails and soft, feminine hands, and my cock looked all mottled and angry. Her fingernails were a soft lavender, and they stood out starkly against the ruddy red of my cock head.

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