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I tap out a reply, my keystrokes so uncontrolled my desk shakes.
Princess,
You will be the death of me. But yes, copier sex would be a first for me also. Just curious... Where else?
Cowboy.
P.S.
I hope your panties are soaked because you have me rock fucking hard, woman.
She huffs a little giggle, and it goes straight to my damn balls.
Sweet Jesus.
Brown eyes burn into mine from over her laptop. And then she drags her bottom lip through her teeth as if she’s considering something.
Hands gripping the arms of my office chair, I stifle a groan.
She must pick up on my tension, because her lips part, and she moans a sweet little noise. She shrugs her jacket off, leaving the pale silk blouse molded over her perfect fucking tits.
I push the laptop away as my forehead hits the desk.
Jesus fucking Christ, woman.
Chapter 32
CARLIE
Ishut and lock the door the second Lawson crosses the supply room threshold. He’s crowded me by the door before I have a chance to catch my breath.
I’m starving for this man.
He hauls me up the door and it rattles.
“Fuck,” he grinds out.
Warm hands manhandle me, carrying me on his hips across the room. My ass hits the copier, and I am all hands in his hair, legs wrapped around his waist. My heel falls from my foot as he devours my mouth and litters kisses down the column of my throat.
God, a girl could get used to this...
But the chances of getting busted in this small office are high. Somehow, the thought drives me wild. “Laws, give it to me, please.”
He chuckles, his lips vibrating against my neck. “So fucking needy, Princess.”
“Our window will close if we take too long.”
He groans, flicking the buckle of his belt before spreading my thighs. Notching at my entrance, he holds my gaze with his. Itake his face in my hands, and my lips part as he gives me every inch.
My head falls back. He flicks a button on my blouse, pushing my blouse aside before his lips capture my nipple.
“Oh god, Laws.”
He slams into me, every blissful stroke sending me higher.
The door rattles under a knock.
“Hello, is someone in there?” Nadia calls, her words slightly muted by the door.
