Page 187 of Savage Bosses

“Not yet.” Kent pressed his erection against my opening and I clung to the edge of the desk. As he pushed inside me, he fiddled with the computer. “Okay, it’s wide open,” He said before pushing all the way inside me.

I turned my face into my shoulder to stifle my groan.

“What was that?” Mal asked.

Kent slipped his hand over my ass and squeezed. “I didn’t hear anything. Maybe it’s feedback from the speakerphone.”

While I tried to stay still and keep quiet, Kent plunged his dick in and out of my pussy. He wasn’t gentle, but he took his time. Each powerful thrust pushed me further and further up on the desk. I was so wet and turned on; I knew I was leaking a trail of liquid as he pleasured me.

The magic Kent wrung from me as he spoke to Mal reduced my awareness. The control he exerted to sound calm, as if he wasn’t fucking my brains out while challenging his CFO’s approach to their partnership bid, pushed me closer to orgasm.

The signs of my impending climax became undeniable. My body tensed and my pussy’s unending clenching of Kent’s dick caused me to wave at him, signaling to him I couldn’t contain myself or the scream that had been building in my lungs.

Did he not care, or was he too far gone to hang up? As I peaked, I let loose a tortured scream that my panties couldn’t buffer completely. My release caused me to lift my body from the desk as spasms of pleasure ran through me.

When I dropped, Kent followed, his mouth beside my ear, feathering against me. Gone was the modulated voice talking over figures and pitches. Still inside me, my pussy continued to convulse around Kent, milking him as he filled me with cum.

As my senses came online one at a time, I heard Mal’s voice calling Kent, who pushed away from me. I turned my head to watch him from the corner of my eye. With one hand, he unmuted his phone to respond. His other hand pulled the panties from my mouth and pocketed them when I reached for them.

“Mal, I like what you’ve put together so far. Make the changes we’ve discussed and let’s go over the numbers again.” Without waiting for Mal to respond, Kent hung up and hauled me into his arms for a kiss. “There is no tastier combination than your pussy and mouth at once,” he groaned.

I sank into the kiss. My body had yet to recover from Kent’s attention, and if I was honest, one of my favorite things to do was kiss Kent. We reluctantly parted.

“I have a few things I need to wrap up before my dinner meeting tonight,” he said.

“It all makes sense now why you just had to have me.”

He pressed one last kiss against my lips. “I don’t need an incentive to feed my pussy what she needs. Knowing her, she’ll be ready for dessert when I get home.”

I had nothing to rebut him because it was true. My body craved him, whether he was near or far. He waited while I fixed my appearance. When I gave him the nod to clear to remove the tint from the windows, I sat at my desk, the appearance of a professional in place. Omar’s slick grin told me he wasn’t buying my act. I shrugged and delved into my work.

An hour later, I remembered to call Carol, who’d invited me out for drinks. I didn’t know what prompted the invitation, but time with her could help me pinpoint some of the BBD users bashing the company. A couple of drinks wouldn’t hurt, and I would probably return in time to see Kent off to his dinner meeting.

When the hour came for me to leave, I started packing my briefcase and forwarded my calls to my cell.

“Did Carol mention how many people were going out for drinks?” Kent asked, a frown on his face.

“No, but I doubt it’s just me.”

“Do you have the tracker I gave you?”

I pulled the dollar-coin-sized disk from my skirt pocket. The device was a compromise because I refused Kent’s offer of a team of bodyguards. Valentino had given it to him as a present once he recognized the type of relationship Kent and I had.

Now, Kent made a habit of asking me about the device whenever I left the house or office without him. Because I understood his fear about the very real serial killer on the loose, I never left it off my person.

As I got off the elevator, my phone rang. “Hey Carol, I’m about to get in the car. Did you need something?”

“I’m glad I caught you. I forgot to ask earlier, but would you mind if we carpooled? My boyfriend offered to pick me up after, so I won’t have to limit my drinking tonight.”

“Not a problem. I’ll pick you up in front of the building.”

“Thanks a bunch, Madison.”

As I approached the exit to the garage, Carol ran up to my car. I stopped to let her in. “I told you I would pick you up in front of the building.”

“You did? I must have forgotten, since I was scrambling to pack my desk up before leaving.”

“Okay… Can you put our destination into the GPS? I didn’t recognize the name of the bar. Douglas has changed a lot since I moved away. I hardly recognize any of the good restaurants anymore.” I pulled out of the compound while Carol entered an address into her phone.

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