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My dick jumped at the sound of that, the desperation for my hardness in her voice. She was already soaking wet when I reached down to stroke her. She moaned and I groaned.

“So you have,” I said, crashing my lips against hers and moving my hips against hers as she dug her nails into my back from the sensation of us simply moving against each other. Then I bridged her gap, edging into her, feeling electricity tickle my tip as I dipped out and edged her again.

She moaned even louder, writhing beneath me. As I moved to take her breasts into my mouth, she grabbed me by the face and looked me in my eyes. “I want you inside me, NOW,” she emphasized with a raise of her brows.

“Well, okay then. Pushy.” I smiled before pressing into her with all of me.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She squirmed before I even started moving. Her eyes rolled over, and as much as every single nerve in my body was being attacked with pleasure, I amused myself with her reaction, fighting against my own desire to just watch her without thrusting. Her eyes flew open as she stared at me at first in frustration until she saw that I was grinning. She whined, “Please, do something.”

“Anything?” I asked as I started to pull myself out of her.

She locked her legs around my hips, pulling me forward. “Anything but that,” she said, moving her hips below me, and I groaned at the pull of her pussy on my length. Game time was over. I plunged myself deeper in her and shuddered as she screamed out in pleasure, biting her lips and nodding as I lost control of myself, pressing my head into her neck and fucking her until we were both spent, staring up at the ceiling together.

Chapter 33

Tiffany

Yawningandstretchingdida body good. It felt almost as great as an orgasm. It was after seven at night and I was just getting ready to leave work. But I was not in the mood to go home.

No, I was in the mood for something much hotter.

Tingles danced on my neck, rushing through my body to the bottom of my feet. I swung my leg from side to side because I liked the way it smushed and released the folds between my legs. My nipples were so sensitive, I could feel the material of my button-down shirt rub against them above the thin fabric of my bra. My hole kept puckering and I was damp with need. The memory of Jared this morning made me desperate to touch myself. And so many days had passed since I last saw Mario and Anthony that my body was overwhelmed with desire for them too.

As I ground my ass against my chair, I wanted to slip my hand beneath the waist of my trousers. But I wasn’t the only one in the office and it was far too small for me to get away with much. Besides, touching myself would only alleviate the pressure a little bit before I needed to be filled—and I needed to be filled so badly. My breathing increased and my blood pounded with the thought of all three men filling all three of my holes. It was ridiculous how horny I was, and I wondered if they were still at work.

The thought of texting them to ask did cross my mind but well, if I did, they’d know what I wanted. And if they knew what I wanted, I couldn’t pull a Jared and surprise them at work.

My body was roaring with need and I could barely wait much longer. As soon as my computer shut down, I grabbed my cardigan and ran out the door without saying bye to anyone.

If I had a vibrating dick in my car, that would’ve been great. It could’ve filled me up until I got there. But then again, safety first. If I had that thing inside me on the drive over, I probably wouldn’t get there. Well, that turned dark quickly. I threw my bag and jacket in, pulling out of the parking lot and stopping at a pharmacy nearby for some lube and condoms.

My pulse raced between my legs and I was growing damper as my car jerked over a pothole, nearly sending my arousal through the roof. I hoped they were there, and I hoped they were available, otherwise I would need to stop by a sex store and pick up a few rubber penises for tonight.

Damn, I felt like I was going out of my mind. I’d never been this horny before, but once the thought of all three of them inside me had entered my mind, there was no stopping my body from going mad, cheering on my idea. Fuck, I needed some damn music or something to distract me a little bit so that I could focus on the road.

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The office wasn’t packed when I got in—thankfully because I passed a few people on my way to Mario’s office who were surprised to see me here this late. I had to make up an excuse about coming here to see Mario after work, the manmy brotherassigned to be mymentorbecause I needed some advice. I stressed the brother and mentorship part to them so they wouldn’t start drawing the right conclusions.

That only caused a few of them to volunteer to be my listening ear and I had to tell them that it was a personal decision that I only entrusted with Mario. Dang, I thought I’d never stop talking to people on what seemed like every floor as people got on the elevator to leave the building. By the time I got to Mario’s floor, my arousal had simmered a bit. Maybe I should’ve thanked them for that because I’d thought desire was going to drive me through the roof and it would’ve made it impossible for me to contain myself when entering the building.

Mario’s back was turned as he stood by the bookshelf in his office, and I snuck in, closing the door loud enough to alert him. He jumped only slightly, but it was funny nonetheless. When he spun around and spotted me, I was grinning. His face lit up. I hadn’t seen him in a whole week. His feet quickened toward me, and I had to stop him.

“Be careful. I just told a bunch of people that I was here to see mymentor,” I whispered before he launched his lips toward mine and got us caught.

He let out a breath of frustration, looking beyond me to the glass walls where two people in conversation with each other walked by. He waved me to the couch, and I smiled.

“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for days,” he asked, groaning with his words.

“I was busy. Why? Did you miss me?” I asked, sitting down and placing my purse made from cactus leather beside me.

“Exceedingly,” he groaned. “Work kept you busy?” he asked.

“That.” I nodded. “And reconciling with Jared.” I raised one brow up at him, blushing.

“Really?” he asked, his voice going low and sultry. “Well, then. Tired of him already?” he teased.

Rolling my eyes at him, I smiled before getting up and moving closer to him to sit at the chair in front of his desk. “Actually,” I whispered, leaning in, “I want to surprise him. I’m kind of hoping we can recreate that moment with all four of us in the file room.”

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