Page 37 of The Office Games

Looking me up and down, he motions for me to move closer.

I oblige.

“You don’t need this.” He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head.

“These can go, too…” He grips the sides of my shorts and pushes them to the floor.

I stand in front of him completely naked for the first time, feeling beyond exposed.

Grabbing my hand, he pulls me under the hot streams, then he kisses me long and hard.

I moan as he caresses my back, and I feel his cock pressing against my stomach.

As the steam rises around us, he pulls away from my mouth and lowers himself onto the bench. Then he grabs my waist and positions me over his lap.

I glance down at his cock and stoop low, slowly sucking him into my mouth. He groans as I take him deep into my throat, and he grabs a fistful of my hair.

“Fuck, Taryn…” he says. “Fuck…”

I press my hands against his thighs to better steady myself, sucking him harder and faster, anticipating how good he’ll feel when he’s finally inside me.

As I swirl my tongue against his thick tip, he pushes me away.

“Sit on top of me,” he demands, his eyes heated. “Now.”

Staring into his eyes, I slowly sink onto him inch by inch, gasping as I take all of him.

He grips my ass and rocks me slowly, whispering against my mouth.

“You’re mine,” he says. “You’ll always be fucking mine…”

I dig my nails into his skin as my body gives in to another level of unbearable pleasure. I wish I could hold onto it for longer, but he’s too much.

So, so much…

“Ahhhh, James…” I come apart with his name on my lips, with him stiffening seconds later.

The hot water continues falling over us, but he doesn’t let me go.

He kisses every inch of my skin and I never want another man to ever taste me again.

I wakeup in bed alone.

Rolling over, I groan at the aches I feel all over. Even my throat hurts from screaming James’ name for hours.

Pushing off the covers, I slide into a pair of slippers and spot James sitting on the balcony.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Good morning.” I stand still, unsure of what else to say.

Smiling, he grabs the sash on my robe to pull me closer.

“I need a rain check on the estate tour,” he says. “I have to go handle something.”

“So you’re leaving me?”

“For a while, yes.”

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