Page 116 of Owen North

Holy mother of Friday afternoon quickies.

Owen is turned on, and when I say turned on, it should be spelledhard as fuck.

He kisses me like hehasbeen thinking about me all day.

Like he can’t get enough of me.

And while he’s kissing me, his hands are pushing my dress up and tearing my panties off.

Like, ripping them off.

Into pieces.

“Fuck,” he growls, his lips leaving mine for only a second to utter that word while his fingers slide through my pussy.

And then, he’s lifting me onto the table and dragging his mouth from mine so he can kiss his way down my neck.

I arch my back and thread my fingers through his hair.

I grind myself into his hand, into his fingers.

“Fuck,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his body.

And then, a loud noise comes from the other side of the door, and I’m reminded we’re in the boardroom. And I don’t think the door is locked.

“Owen,” I say, but he doesn’t respond.

He’s moved on from kissing my neck to kissing all the way down my body to my pussy.

Laughter sounds from outside the door.

Owen buries his face in me while his hands slide under my ass so he can press me even harder against his face.

Dear God.

I want to just lie back and let him eat me.

But. We’re. In. The. Boardroom.

I grip his hair so hard he can’t ignore me.

When he gives me his eyes, I widen mine and ask, “Is the door locked?”

“No.” With that, he goes back to what he was doing.

He sucks my clit and circles his tongue around it.

He licks every inch of my lips.

He presses his tongue inside me.

And all the while, a group of staff members stand outside the boardroom talking and laughing.

The thrill of getting caught proves to be the biggest turn on of life.

When Owen finally lifts his face from my pussy and brings his mouth back to mine, I kiss him harder than I’ve ever kissed him.

I taste myself.

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