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Every thrust was him staking his claim. My voice was muffled by the fabric in my mouth, my hands dragging over the desk top. Papers scattered to the floor, the wood creaked as he fucked me mercilessly. There was nothing gentle about him right now, nothing soft. Just raw lust, a live wire electrifying us both, robbing us of any sort of freedom from its shock.

They’d talk about us. They’d keep hating me. Not only was I a powerful woman, I was a rich woman. And not only was I a rich woman, I was a woman who had desires. I was a woman who was having sex, and being fucked in the way that they could only dream about.

I was a woman who had it all. And I knew that after this moment, I would spend the rest of my life fighting to keep it.

My ex-husband didn’t want to be with a woman who was both sexual and smart. You could only be one or the other. If you were both, you were too powerful.

Salt wanted me to be both. He made me feel sexy. He made me feel wanted. It didn’t matter that he was more than a decade younger than me, it didn’t matter that he’d enraged my ex-husband, it didn’t matter that what we were doing may be wrong in the eyes of so many.

He wanted me to be sexy and smart.

He wasn’t threatened by my strength.

It only made my submission sweeter.

The phone on my desk started to ring. I gasped, freezing even as Salt kept fucking me. He reached around and yanked the fabric from my mouth.

“Answer it,” he demanded.

“But—”

“Now.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I whimpered as I reached across the desk and picked up the phone, my eyes rolling back as he hit the right spot. My voice shook as I forced myself to answer. “He-Hello?”

“Pepper, it’s Ellen. Are you staying late tonight? I was about to head home, but I can hang around if you want?—”

“No,” I rasped. “Go home, Ellen. Okay?”

“Are you okay? I’m worried about you.”

Salt fucked me harder.

“I just need to get some things done.” God, I could barely think.

“Need anything?”

“No,” I huffed. “No. I’m fine. Thanks, Ellen. I’ll text you later when I get home.”

Salt leaned over and hung up the phone. My squeak was muffled right as he shoved the fabric back into my mouth, his finger hooking the inside of my cheek as he slammed into me. The desk creaked as he shoved me flat, my breasts pressing against the hardwood.

“I’m going to breed this cunt,” he whispered. “I’m going to fill you so you know that you belong to me every time you stand, sit, walk, fucking breathe. I want it dripping down your fucking thighs.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted through the fabric, tears blurring my vision.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking hard enough that the tears fell down my cheeks. I was so fucking wet, the sound of our skin slapping together reverberated through the office.

“I’m going to come,” I attempted to whimper.

When I climaxed, it was a full body experience. All my fears and worries loosened in my chest, replaced by a blissful space I wished I could live in forever.

“Fuck,” he grunted, finally losing control.

His cock slid in and out of me until he gave one last jerky thrust, his grip tightening on me as he came inside me. My entire body melted against the desk beneath us.

“You’ve awakened something in me,” he whispered against my ear.

I clenched my pussy around his cock in response, and his fingers in my hair tightened.

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