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I repeat the trail over and over a few more times. She’s dripping wet now.

I stand up, rub her ass and spank her. I think it initially shocks her, but after a few seconds, she wiggles her ass begging for more. “You are a bad secretary and must be punished.” I spank her again and she moans.

I can physically see her wetness now seeping onto her thighs. I unbuckle my belt, unzip my fly, and pull out my severely engorged cock. I run it through her wet lips and smack her pussy with it.

“Oh… god…,” she moans loudly. I stick two fingers into her, to confirm that she’s ready for me. She most definitely is.

“Hold on tight.” She reaches up and grabs the front of my desk. I pull my fingers out of her, grab her hips and slam into her entrance. She screams out.

I reach around, grab her breasts as my leverage, and start to let her have it. Over and over, I pound into her. She’s trying to contain her screams considering we’re in my office, but she’s not overly successful at it.

Darian is a full-fledged screamer. Her screams only add to my gratification. This is so hot, and I’m definitely not going to last long, but I can already feel a quiver in her walls and know it won’t take much more to push her over the edge.

I do want it to last a little longer, so I ease up on my pace, moving in and out of her more slowly now. Long, deep strokes.

I circle my thumb around her back entrance. She turns her head back towards me, lifts the corner of her lips, and looks at me in the eyes. “Jackson, if you do that I’ll come right away.”

That’s the only invitation I need. I increase the pace of my thrusts, and then slide my thumb into her back entrance. She screams in ecstasy while writhing on my desk.

I start moving my thumb at the same pace as my cock. She wasn’t kidding. I feel her pussy immediately pulsate and tighten around my cock. I reach around with my other hand and cover her mouth just as she screams into her orgasm, easily pushing me into mine.

I continue pumping until I’m sure she’s finished. I pull my thumb and my cock out. I tuck myself back into my pants and zip up.

I bend down and softly kiss her red butt cheek, gently rubbing it to soothe it. I pull her up and turn her around. I grab her face and kiss her with everything I have, appreciating her fulfilling my fantasy here today. She kisses me back the same.

As I pull away, I say, “That’s the best lunch I’ve ever had.” She giggles. “Why don’t you wash up in the bathroom. I’ll clean up my desk and set out our lunch.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” She walks over to my private bathroom and closes the door. I put everything back on my desk, sans an item or two that broke when I swept it off the desk. Totally worth it.

I set up the sandwiches she brought on my conference table and grab a few waters. She comes out of the bathroom just as I finish. She picks up her torn underwear from the floor and throws it at me. “I’m keeping a tab, Knight. We’re up to two pairs.”

I smile. “I’m good for it. Come sit.” She throws on her jacket and sits at my conference table. We start in on our sandwiches.

“Another fantasy checked off your list, Knight.” She throws a wink my way.

“Darian, you’re my walking and talking fantasy, sugar. All this other stuff is just gravy.”

“Maybe so, but we’re going to have to hit my list soon.”

“Got something in mind?”

“I’m working on a little something. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

“Whatever you want. I’m in.”

We laugh and talk as we eat our lunch. She tells me she can’t see me tonight because she’s watching Monday Night Football with Scott’s friends. I’m a little jealous, but I try not to let on. I know it’s important to her to maintain that connection. I just don’t love the idea of her hanging with a bunch of divorced guys, but I know she doesn’t see them that way.

She’s a guy’s girl. It’s one of the things I adore about her. I guess she’ll always need her time watching sports with the guys. They’re just longtime friends. I hope.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

DARIAN

I’m throwing on my jeans and Washington jersey when my doorbell rings. What the hell? I’m not expecting anyone. I’ve got to leave in the next fifteen minutes if I’m going to get to Alan’s house by kickoff.

I open the front door, but no one is there. I look down and see a box. I open it up. It’s ten pairs of lace thongs, in just about every color, with a note.

To The Naughtiest Secretary I Know,

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