Page 39 of Physical Therapy

He chuckles, low and promising, in my ear. “What if I said I’m looking at a guy right now, who’s looking at you?”

My entire body convulses, Boe pulling his hand free with haste.

“Jesus, Edith,” he groans in husky tones. “You almost came, didn’t you?”

“Is that a problem?” Hands to the glass, I scour the building opposite. “You lied.”

“Not quite.” His fingers capture my chin and turn my face toward him. “I didn’t know for sure. Couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” I turn my body and then hook a heel behind his.

He steps between my parted legs. “I’m not doing anything other than showing you what already exists, Edith.”

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

He smiles, stroking my soaked panties. “Yep. Now take these off so I can fuck you on every goddamn surface in here.”

I twist, left and then right, to shirk the underwear. Bottom lip pinched between his teeth, Boe watches with bright eyes as I also shake off my bra.

I’m butt fucking naked in my office, with possibly my next client in the waiting room. Oh, God. I need to stop thinking these things—seriously.

“Get on your desk,” Boe growls.

I cock my head. “Like, kneel?”

He slowly shakes his head, taking a step back. With a hand around his length, he pulls his cock from the constriction of his boxers and leisurely strokes. “Stand on it.” His gaze flicks out the window. “I want you to put on a show.”

How the hell did I end up in this situation?Precum beads on his cock. Oh, yeah. That’s right. I accepted a booking with the damn devil himself.

Like the gentleman he most certainly isn’t, Boe offers his free hand to help me stand atop my solid desk. I thank the stars above I decided to opt for something more practical rather than the minimalist glass-topped design I really wanted.

“Now make yourself come.” He reclines against the window, tugging on the erection that I’d rather have in my mouth about now.

Slowly, I test out my new position. My hands gently graze my breasts, and then my swollen clit. My knees weaken a shade, yet I stand firm in my heels and nothing else as I give the corporate neighbors a show they’ll never forget. After all, how would they know it’s you? Yeah. Cling to that one, Edith….

“Fuck, that’s beautiful.” Boe repositions himself on my other side as I stroke my inner walls. “The sun catches your sweet cum, Edith.” Hungry eyes find my own. “Can I taste it?”

“Please.”

Boe drops his dick, slamming his hands to my thighs. I steady myself with a hand to the top of his head as he jerks my legs wider and then pushes down. My knees bend a fraction, just enough that my pussy is perfectly positioned for his use.

I bite down hard on my bottom lip when his tongue hits my center. It’s all I can do not to cry out with pleasure. He groans as he feeds on me, the vibrations adding another layer to what is already a lunch date I don’t think I’ll ever top. My legs shake, my cunt quivering. I’m already on the edge when he decides to add a finger to the mix.

“Holy hell,” I mutter. “Fuck. Yes, fuck.”

“God, you taste good.” His movements become rougher, his actions more desperate as his hand takes over. “You’re dripping on the damn desk, Edith.”

“Let me come with you inside me,” I beg. “Please, Boe. I need to feel you.”

His hands move to my waist, my weight stolen as he seats me in my—indeed—wet patch. My ass drags across the surface, my hips jerked toward his very proud, very ready, erection.

“Guide me in you,” he rasps, eyes on the prize. “I want to see you stuff your cunt with me.”

I take him in my hand, his girth thick in my small grasp. Boe moans as the tip touches my sex, his eyes slide closed briefly, his head hung low while I guide him home. The moment his cock is fully seated inside me, instinct appears to take over. His fingers bruise my hips, his thrusts hard and demanding.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think the man not only tries to claim me but my territory too.

The goddamn phone flashes with an incoming call. I ignore it, yet Boe slows, stealing my impending orgasm.

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