Page 164 of Snap Shot

Indi and I freeze.

“Mr. Radek?” A helmeted Bea purses her lips. “I didn't see you come in.”

Stretched brown eyes peer up from below, mouth still stuffed with my pulsing cock.

“You weren't at your desk—”

Bea takes off the bike helmet and twists her mouth to the side, humming in wonder. “It must’ve been when I went to the break room to grab my lunch container.”

“Must’ve been,” I echo with a nervous chuckle. Indi’s tongue lashes side to side and my thighs clench. So does my asshole.

“I meant to come back here but…why are you sitting inthatchair?” She glares at me, then scans the office. “Where's Indi—Ms.Davé?”

My eyes fight the panic, staring straight ahead at the closed washroom door. Look sharp, Radek! “Uh, well, she had to…”

Indi slowly licks me, and I turn the muted groan that escapes into a throat-clearing noise.

“…Use the washroom. Her chair looked comfortable.”

Excited stars appear in Bea's dark eyes. “Isn't it?” She puts a finger to her lips and lowers her voice to a whisper. “Don't tell her, but I sit there when she's not around. The recline is chef's kiss.”

“It reclines?” A crooked smile tugs at my lips. “Like this?” I tip back twice—squeak, squeak—choking Indi under the table. My balls recoil.

“Yes! Fun, right?”

“Yep,ha ha.Sofun.” Sweat beads drip past my temples.

Indi glares back at me.

“Anyway, have you had a chance to look over the availability chart I sent over? We'll need to go over some things with you before meeting with Ms. Pall and her attorney.”

“I haven't, but I'll have Trevor get back to you.”

“Perfect.” Bea goes to leave, but facepalms and sputters. “I almost forgot again.” She rummages through her bag. A file folder drops onto the desktop with a smack before she flips the helmet hanging from her fingers atop her head. “Gotta go before the road gets too icy.”

“Stay safe, eh?” I return the wave she gives me, then wrench myself away from the desk with a backward roll.

Indi pops her mouth off and rises to her feet.

I tuck myself in. “Christ, woman. We almost got caught.”

“‘Stay safe, eh?’” She scrunches her nose, posting a hand on each of the armrests. “What was that all about?”

“I don't know!” I wave an arm around. “What was I supposed to say? ‘I can't think clearly because your boss was sucking me off so good before you barreled through?’”

Something mischievous glimmers in her eyes. She straightens and goes to the door, locking it with a loudclick. I stand, too, but don't get far before she returns. “Now we won't get caught.” Her fist yanks at my tie, bringing my ear to her lips. “You have no idea how wet I am right now.”

It's not long before Indi takes her seat and I find out.She guides my hands to remove her soaked panties, then swipes my fingers into the wetness.

I gasp. “You want my mouth, baby? Show me where.”

Those garnet-painted nails trace a line up her stretched inner thigh. My lips follow their trail to the glossy space at the cleft of her legs as she spreads wider for me. “Here.” Two fingers part her slick pussy and tap her clit. “Right here.”

I gorge on her, impatient and noisy. Kissing and lapping at this drenched cunt as her knees settle on my shoulders. Licking and sucking until her hands tear at my hair and pleasured whimpers cry for me, heels digging into my back as her arousal trickles down my chin. My lips swell around her throbbing clit, sending her off the edge with a strangled scream when my finger curls against that sensitive soft spot inside her.

Indi whines when I moan and clean her satisfied pussy with my tongue, coating her over every surface of my mouth. My dick's died and gone to Heaven. She sighs and glances over at me with groggy eyes. “You have a little something—”

The pad of her thumb sweeps against my bottom lip from where the remnants of her release drip. I push it across the upward curve, spreading it like Chapstick. She stills in the swivel chair. Mirroring the switched position she had me in earlier, I get off the floor and lean in, hovering over her mouth. “Wanna know how you taste?”

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