Page 24 of Proposition 2

16. Cadence

Ilaid, exhausted, across the top of Leo’s desk. His cock was still buried inside me, the occasional pulse from it sending an answering ripple through my core. My scalp tingled from the grip he’d had on my hair and my pussy felt battered, but it was a delicious ache that I couldn’t deny savoring.

He had released his hold on my hair when he’d come, both hands bracketing my hips as he ground himself into me. I couldn’t help remembering the way he’d asked if I had cycled since the last time. The possessive way he’d looked at me when he asked made my belly flutter at the thought of carrying his baby.

It was obvious he’d assumed I meant I was on birth control. That something had prevented his seed from taking hold.

I wasn’t. It simply hadn’t happened, and I hadn’t taken the warning to go get some before coming to him again. I could have told him and made him use a condom, but I hadn’t.

I’d be his forever if he got me pregnant.

I was surprised at how little that deterred me from the thought. I’d never even had time to consider having kids before, and while I knew it was far too soon to give it real thought, I couldn’t help the tired smile imagining a little Leo.

This was exactly what I’d been trying to prevent. I needed to remember Leo and I didn’t have a future beyond however long it took for him to fuck me out of his system and find a new interest.

Sighing, I lifted my cheek from the wood and glanced back over my shoulder. Leo’s hands had been massaging the sides of my ass, but he stopped when he noticed me looking.

Taking a step back, he slipped out of me and inserted himself back into his pants. Within a moment his shirt was tucked in, and a quick hand through his hair left him looking as if nothing had happened, while I was still bent half-naked over his desk with a mess between my legs.

It was surprising when he reached forward as I tried to stand, steadying me before moving my panties back into place and tugging my skirt down over my bottom. I pulled the top up over my breasts as he adjusted the back of it for me, and while I was covered again, I knew that anyone who looked at me would be aware of what happened in this office.

My cheeks burned.

I’d worn the dress and stockings knowing what it would lead to. I’d wanted it to happen, but I hadn’t expected it to be at the club. I thought he would take me back to his place like he had the last time, and then I would slink home from there.

Not go parading through a club full of people with his cum dripping down my thighs.

Leo cupped my cheek while he ran his other hand through my hair. It kept getting caught in tangles, and I knew it would be hopeless without a brush, but it was sweet that he tried.

“Do you have a hair tie?”

The question caught me by surprise, and it took a moment for my brain to catch up.

“In—in my purse, I think.”

His hand left my cheek, cool air taking its place against my skin. I shivered as he leaned over and righted my bag, rifling though it before holding up a black rubber band in triumph.

“Turn,” he ordered as he straightened.

Figuring it wasn’t likely he could make things worse, I did as he said, turning to face the desk as he stepped closer to my back. He gathered my hair, but I was distracted by the state of what was in front of me.

The previously neat desk was a wreck.

The laptop that had sat to the right was precariously close to the edge. The neat stack of papers that had been on the left, I spotted strewn about the floor along with the missing wireless mouse.

And the previously glossy surface was smeared with sweat, the round prints of my breasts blatant where they’d been pressed to the desktop.

The blush that caused was so strong I could feel the heat rising from my skin. Leo released my hair just in time for me to jerk my head to the side, hand raised to cover my face in a bid to hide from my embarrassment. The chuckle I heard behind me did nothing to soothe the mortification.

“I should leave it like that so I can remember this each time I walk in.”

I couldn’t stop the gasp of dismay as my eyes flashed to his. His smirk widened into a real grin before he reached out to take my hand.

“I won’t since it makes you uncomfortable, but I can’t promise I won’t be thinking about it every time I’m in here. And pretty much constantly until we do it again.”

My mind was stumbling over itself, unable to come up with anything to say as he pulled me flush against his chest. I could feel a fresh erection digging into my hip, and my mouth went dry at the thought that he was ready for more so soon. I still had an uncomfortable mess between my legs and could feel a dull ache each time I moved.

“I’m sure I’m not the only memory you have in here.”

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