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He crosses to the door and closes it, then turns the lock with a very audible click, still looking at me the whole time. “Maybe you’d like to show us how badly you want us to agree to your plans.”

“What exactly are you saying?”

“I think you know, Ana.” He’s right. I’m play-acting. I asked because it was the thing to do, and now I need to protest for the same reason.

“You’re being ridiculous. These ideas will help the company.” I point at the list he left behind, even though it was obvious a minute ago that the business part of our meeting is over. My hormones are pokingme from the inside, telling me to abandon all HR talk and get to the good stuff.

Derek comes to stand beside me, giving me a very enticing up close and personal view of the bulge in his faded jeans. “I’m just giving you an excuse to do something you know you want to do.”

He’s so cocky and self-assured … and so right. I hate that I’m transparent, but of course, this isn’t the first time during this meeting that I’ve checked out the way the front of his pants looked, and he knows it.

Without my permission, my fingers reach out to better gauge what’s going on there. He steps closer, giving me easy access to run my hand across the denim as I watch the shape there extend into a very obvious erection. The outline of the head of his cock becomes visible and it looks so good, I’m afraid my pussy’s going to leave a wet spot on Jansen’s office chair.

“Is this getting uncomfortable?” I ask as I stroke across the length of him.

His hands go to his fly, but I push them away, wanting that privilege for myself. I undo the snap, carefully pull down the zipper, then push his jeans down his hips just enough to give space for my hands to reach under the waistband of his black boxer briefs and free his thick cock.

There’s already a bead of arousal glistening at thetip, and I waste no time leaning in to taste it. It’s clear that I’m definitely even more excited about this than I was about my list of proposed office improvements.

“Oh fuck, Ana,” Derek mutters under his breath as I take as much of him in my mouth as I can. I have one hand around the base of his cock, but I keep hold of his open jeans with the other to prevent him from stepping away. I’m determined to start what I finish today.

As I suck on him, his hand goes down my blouse, slipping into my bra to cup one of my breasts. He strokes over my hardening nipple as I keep up a steady pace, bobbing on his cock like it’s my job.

From my peripheral vision, I see Jansen watching me, his eyes hooded with desire. I never knew I had a thing for being watched, but I definitely do.

After a minute or so, Derek’s hand goes to my chin. “I’m gonna come,” he mutters, sounding pained.

I suck faster and take him deeper, and soon his body goes tense, and then his cock starts to erupt in my mouth. He cups the back of my head as his hips pump toward me with the rhythm of his release.

I keep my mouth on him until he’s done and don’t let go of him until he starts to soften. When he steps back from me, he looks ever so slightly dazed, and pride swells in my chest. There’s something about making such a strong man just a little bit unsteady that gives me an added thrill.

When I look toward Jansen, he’s stretched back in his chair, opening his pants. I’m hoping to take him in my mouth, too, but as I go to him, he grabs a condom packet from a desk drawer, rolls it down his rigid length, then pulls me into his lap.

CHAPTER 26

ANA

My outfit this Friday is a casual cotton dress, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t choose to wear skirts and dresses for the easy access they provide, just in case the opportunity arises. The opportunity right now is long and hard, and ready for me to mount it.

Jansen helps lift me onto his cock, not even bothering to remove my underwear. He hastily tugs them aside, as if he can’t spare a moment before he’s inside me.

I grip his shoulders and let myself sink down onto him, going slowly both because of his large size, and because I want to savor every inch of him.

As I start to ride him, he pulls my breasts out of my bra and takes them in his mouth, one after the other, then leans back to watch them bounce as I move on him. He looks like he’s drugged by the sight of me.

Though neither of the men say much, the way they look at me communicates volumes, and they make me feel incredibly desired, like I’m someone special, and not just one of the many women they’re probably getting with.

Jealousy flares in me for the first time, but I push it away. What we’re doing isn’t about anything beyond pleasure, for me or for them, so there’s no reason to feel possessive, or even think about what they do when they’re not with me.

After setting those distracting thoughts aside, I’m able to savor being with both of them together—something I’ve missed ever since our first encounter. Knowing that while I’m with one of them, the other one is waiting and watching makes everything extra hot, and that must be why I come on Jansen’s cock after just a short time riding him.

It could also be the way Jansen’s been looking at me, and when I start to come, he mutters, “That’s right, Ana. Come for me. Your pussy’s so hot and tight around my cock. That’s right.”

He talks me through it, and my orgasm hits me so hard that I cry out. Jansen’s hand comes to my mouth, muffling my cries, and even though this makes me remember where I am and how I shouldn’t be doing this, I don’t care.

I come harder and longer than I can ever remember coming before, because Jansen’s dirty talkis an unbelievable turn-on, and my clit is grinding against him, and his cock is buried deep, deep inside me, and it all feels so amazingly good.

When I come back to earth after such rapture, Jansen’s eyes are roaming my body, from my eyes to my chest, and back up to my face. He’s not talking anymore, but his eyes are telling me that I’m beautiful—I’m sure that’s what he’s thinking.

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