Page 49 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

In a brief moment of panic, I glance at my calendar, fearing I have a meeting that I forgot about. As I thought, I don’t have any appointments scheduled. I press the intercom button. “Who is it?”

“He said to tell you it’s the piercing police.”

I can’t help the smile that forms and the thrill that shoots through me. “I’ll be right there.”

After taking a quick glance at myself in my compact mirror, Iopen my office door and practically sprint toward the reception area. Trey comes into view wearing nice black slacks and a blue button-down shirt. The sleeves are rolled up. His forearms are so damn muscular. I suppose it’s not surprising given what he does for a living, but they’re just so big and sexy. He’s simply…yummy.

My mind flashes to what the rest of his body looks like under those clothes. Complete and total perfection.

As I approach, Andrew discreetly hangs his tongue out and pants like a dog. He mouths to me, “Holy fuck.”

I ignore him and look at the sex god standing in my office. “Trey? What are you doing here?”

He lifts what appears to be a takeout bag. “Since you got a late start today, I thought you might be skipping lunch. I brought you food.”

“That was thoughtful.” I motion for him to follow me. “Let’s eat in my office.”

Not caring that my coworkers can see us, he immediately takes my hand in his and kisses my cheek before saying, “You look gorgeous.”

I take in my royal-blue cascaded wrap dress. “Thank you. You look nice too. You don’t wear those clothes to work, do you?”

“I…umm…just had some busy work in the office today.”

The second we walk through my office door, he drops the food on the ground, closes the door, and pins me against it. I let out a small yelp in surprise before his lips meet mine for a deep kiss.

I feel every hard ridge of his body pressed against me. His hands ride up the backs of my thighs, and then he lifts me and pulls my legs around him. My dress is naturally lifted to my waist. His hardness is pushing against my center, igniting me immediately.

He nibbles and bites down my neck. “You smell so good. I can’t stop thinking about you. About us.”

I grab onto his thick hair and grind myself against his erection. I breathe, “What happened to four days and a real date?”

“I’ll give you whatever you want. Just one more time to hold me over. I can’t get enough of you.” He pulls my thong to the side from behind me and slips a finger inside me. “You’re soaking wet for me.”

“You make me this way.”

“I need to be back inside you.”

My pussy contracts around his finger. I’m sore from last night yet aching for more of the best sex of my life.

I let out a small moan. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” I glance over to my desk, wanting the full fantasy that’s been running through my mind. “Bend me over and fuck me across my desk.”

I both hear and feel a deep rumble in his chest as he pulls away from the door and moves us toward my desk. He’s already tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth.

I look up at him. “Don’t be gentle.”

After setting me down, he roughly turns me around and shoves my front over my desk, just as I imagined it. He pushes my dress further up my waist and rips my thong away before slamming his giant cock inside me.

Yes, just what I wanted.

It feels amazing but not as good as it did without the condom. Wanting the scene I imagined to be epic, I turn my head back. “Take it off. Fuck me bare again.”

Yes, my brain isn’t functioning. Have I mentioned that the sexiest man alive, who happens to have an enormous, pierced cock, is inside my body right now?

Within seconds, he’s withdrawn, I see the condom flying across the room, and then he slams back into me.

I let out a loud moan. “Fuck, yes. So good.”

He grabs my hips with bruising strength and begins his long, deep, hard thrusts. “You like me bare inside you, baby?”

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