Page 7 of Strong Coffee

After that, it didn’t take long for my own release to follow. It poured into the condom, but I had a moment where I wished I had taken him bare. My stomach twisted at that thought. Never once in my life had I wanted to not use protection. Even with the people I had dated for more than a year. But there was something about Brady. Something I wanted to explore. We just met. Hell, I only knew his name and that was it. But I knew I didn’t want this to end. Especially not anytime soon.

“Fucking hell.” Brady sighed, resting the side of his face against the door.

My dick was now soft, but I kept it inside him. I needed him to know what he did to me. It didn’t matterthat we didn’t know each other. Nothing had ever felt as good as this.

Brady reached behind him, his hand latching on to my waist. He pulled me harder against him, taking me even deeper than before. My cock was now semi-hard. While I wanted to fuck this guy again and again, I did have work to do.

Pushing my hand against the side of his face, I leaned toward his ear. My lips brushed along it, earning me a shiver. “I don’t know about you, Brady,” I murmured, keeping my mouth pressed against the shell of his ear. “But I want to do this again.”

“Yes,” he whispered.

My lips turned up into a grin. “I think someone likes feeling my big dick deep in his ass.”

A low moan left him. “You have no idea.”

I chuckled, releasing him and slowly slipping from his body. As much as I didn’t want this to end, I also didn’t want him feeling like he had to stay just because it had been a while for me.

His piercing green eyes flicked to mine, his strong jaw clenching.

Looking away before it could become any more awkward, I ripped off the condom and stuffed my dick back into my pants. Heading over to my desk, I threw the condom in the trash and did up my zipper and belt.

“Thank you for paying for my food, drinks and…well…this.”

When I looked back at him, he only shrugged. He had pulled his jeans back up, but the zipper remained undone. An image of him naked slid into my mind and I vowed right then and there that I would have him again.

A light rosy tint hit his cheeks the longer I stared at him. Before I could stop myself, I closed the distance between us and had him pressed up against the wall.

“What are you doing this weekend?” I asked, pushing my waist into his. His cock twitched against mine, his hands latching on to my hips and pulling me even closer. “Tell me you’ll spend it with me,” I demanded softly, not waiting for him to answer my question and put my mouth on the side of his throat.

“I…I have to…” His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

My tongue licked up the length of his throat, my teeth nipping at the sharp line of his jaw.

“Fuck, Cam,” he panted.

My lips pulled up into a grin.

“I have to work,” he was finally able to get out.

“That’s fine.” Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I sucked and licked at his slender tattooed throat. I had a moment where I wanted people to know that he had been royally fucked by someone. That he had been used up and completely and utterly ripped apart. I wanted people to think that he was owned. “I have to work as well. We can work, fuck, work some more.” My mouth reached his, nipping at his lips before I kissed him with everything I had.

Brady moaned, arching against me. His hands ran under my dress shirt, his fingers lightly brushing along my abs and up to my chest before sliding around to my tailbone.

Deepening the kiss, I held his head in place as I licked along every inch of his mouth. I didn’t have time to fuck him again. Even though I was the boss, I had a meeting over the phone in the next half hour but I sure as fuck wanted Brady going home with a raging hard on. I wanted him so worked up because of me that he had to jerk off before he could do anything else. I needed him toneedme.

“Cam.” Brady broke the kiss, gently pushing me back. “I can’t think straight right now.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing.” I grabbed his hands that were still beneath my shirt and held them tight as I stepped toward him. This sudden need to have his hands on me at all times, came on strong. I was about to kiss him again when my phone rang, jarring through this moment I had with a complete stranger. “I have to take this.” I kissed his cheek, pulled away from him, and headed to my desk. “Fix your jeans or neither of us are going anywhere.”

A laugh boomed through Brady, but he did as he was told.

I sat at my desk, picking up my cell and smiling when I saw who was calling me. “Hey, Bev.”

“Hi, Sweetheart.” Beverly Owens’ cheerful voice could pull me out of any dark mood, and I would forever be grateful for that.

“What’s up?” I pulled the phone away from my ear and covered the mouthpiece. “You don’t have to leave,” I told Brady, hoping that he would stay until I at least got his number.

He nodded, moving to the blood red leather couch sitting against the far wall. He stretched his long legs out in front of him and let out a sigh. He gave me a smile, looking comfortable in my space. My blood stirred at that thought.

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