“God,” she grunts. With one last hard thrust, I send her flying. “Ro—”
I swallow her cry and allow her to swallow mine as I pour my release deep inside her pussy.
Fuck.
Our heavy breathing fills the stairwell. She’s struggling as much as I am.
“That—thatwas amazing,” she pants, her chest rising and falling.
“That was off the charts.”
As much as I’d like to hide here until I’m ready for round two, I know it’s unreasonable. She has a flight to catch and I have a company to run.
“Let’s get dressed and presentable,” I say, squeezing her ass and dropping a kiss on her lips.
“Okay, but I’m not sure about the presentable part,” she says with a lazy laugh. “I think you pretty much destroyed that possibility.”
“I guess you’re right,” I chuckle.
Reluctantly, I pull out of her and I grunt, already missing her warmth.
I drop her to her feet and place a tender kiss on her forehead. I pull my pants and boxer briefs up, tuck away my cock and zip up. Once I’m done, I turn my attention to her. I smooth down the fabric of her dress and comb her hair with my fingers. It’s a paltry attempt at hiding the telltale signs of our raunchy session.
“Let’s sneak back to my office so you can use my private bathroom.”
“Yikes. The damage is irreparable?” she asks, patting her hair with the palm of her hand.
“Let’s just say you look like your boyfriend banged your brains out.”
“Oh, no. That obvious?”
“A bit,” I chuckle.
“I can’t arrive in Miami looking like a hot mess.”
“You have plenty of time,” I reassure her. “Come on.”
“Wait! I’m pantiless,” she screeches, pointing at her thong lying on the floor.
“Oops. Sorry.”
“You aren’t sorry at all, Wolfe.”
“Not really.”
Oh well, I tried to be sympathetic.
“I can’t believe you’d put me in this predicament.”
“Since you won’t be joining the mile-high club on this flight, this is as dirty as it gets for you, blondie.”
She laughs.
I grab what’s left of her lace underwear and shove it into my jacket pocket.
“They’ll be right here until you get back.”
“Like you’re going to jerk off to them?” she asks.