Page 71 of Fake for 7 days

Then I went down on my knees in front of Carter.

I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock with my tongue.

Briefly.

Playfully.

Carter's cock tasted like it wanted more.

So I ran my tongue along the shaft.

"Oh Isabella!" Carter groaned loudly.

Now I took his cock into my mouth and began to caress it with my tongue. Carter placed his hand on my head and gently guided it back and forth.

"Yesss...", he groaned.

His cock grew even harder in my mouth. I could feel Carter's arousal transferring to me and I grew wet. Very wet.

Carter moved his hips slightly. "Yesss....", he groaned again.

Suddenly, he pulled me up. "You should get yours too," he whispered. My panties flew off and I stood before Carter in my blouse. He lifted me up and sat me on his desk.

Oh yes, baby. I was more than ready, because Carter's indulgence had simply made me incredibly hot. I spread my legs, Carter entered me, and took me. Fast. Deep. With thrust after thrust. My body burned with desire. More. I leaned on my hands on the desk and arched my back towards Carter. Carter leaned forward and gently bit my neck.

I groaned.

Now Carter grabbed the back of my head and sealed my mouth with a kiss, just in time to muffle my moan. Because now I could feel the arousal building inside me. When Carter thrust his cock into me again, hitting that most sensitive spot, I came.

Unexpectedly.

Intensely.

And soon after, Carter found his release in me.

"Insane!" I gasped as we finally parted.

Insane, because sex with Carter was always insane.

Insane, because right after I came on a glass designer desk, I looked out of a huge panoramic window onto the New York skyline.

Who could say that?

I giggled happily.

Carter let his hand glide down my arm, and I noticed the expensive Montblanc watch he was wearing. More precisely, I noticed the hands of that watch.

"What, already so late?" I blurted out. Immediately after, I bit my tongue in shock. I definitely didn't want Carter to think I had appointments that were more important than him. This week I was his employee, so basically he could dictate my time. At a salary of $50,000 for a week, I could hardly ask for longer breaks.

And I didn't want to.

On the other hand... $50,000 wouldn't last forever. The amount wouldn't even be enough to pay off the entire remaining mortgage on the apartment. So I needed a job. Preferably starting next week. Three days ago, I uploaded my resume to various job portals and now, a hotel chain actually contacted me and wanted to meet me.

I had thirty minutes until the appointment.

That would be tight.

Damn tight.

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