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“Oh, you have no idea,” he said, gripping my ass, before his hands moved to the back of my neck and he undid my zipper.

I shivered with need, moaning as he peeled the dress off my shoulders. “Goodness gracious,” he said beneath his breath, leaning forward to kiss my chest, placing his mouth over my sheer nude bra, sucking the nipple through the fabric.

I moaned, gripping his hair and throwing my head back. The dress fell to my ankles, and he swore when he saw that I was wearing matching sheer panties. He dipped to his knees, sucking and licking against the fabric of my panties and the slight coarse material on my tender clit had me breathless as I held his head there, rubbing myself against his face. He growled, licking up my belly before bringing his lips to mine again. I couldn’t keep myself from moving against his body, needing him to get naked too.

“How was it?” he whispered in my ear.

“Huh?” I asked, confused from desire.

“How was it when he fucked you? Did he fuck you as you deserve to be fucked?” he asked, unclasping my bra and groaning as he slid it off my body, looking into my eyes.

I let out a breath of impatience. “It was so fucking hot, but I didn’t get to finish,” I gasped as his eyes grew wider for a moment before he smiled.

“Well, that’s a shame,” he said, sucking my breast into his mouth. I bit my lip and my moans echoed in the room. “I bet there’s so much pent-up desire just lurking within you, begging to be released now, isn’t there?” he asked, placing a teasing kiss on my breast as he trailed his fingers lower, dipping into my panties and stroking my center.

“Oh, dear,” I said, grabbing both sides of his head and holding his gaze captive as my body began to writhe against his fingers.

“I bet you’re begging to finish, aren’t you,” he said, driving me close to the edge, then stopping. Ah fuck! I could have cried.

I might have sobbed as I asked, “Can you help me finish?”

He groaned, unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper as he nodded, taking my lips with so much passion I thought I was going to faint.

“Oh, you know I can.” He smiled at me, pulling my hand forward so that I could feel his naked, pulsing, penis. I gasped and started to remove my panties in a rush. He shook his head, stopping me.

“First, I’m going to need you to get on your knees and apologize. Can you do that for me, Tiffany Levine? Can you suck me into your mouth and show me just how much you’d like to make it up to me?” he asked, stroking my lip with his thumb before putting his finger into my mouth, groaning as I sucked on it.

My center throbbed and my nipples ached at the thought of the thicker part of him against my tongue. I nodded. “Yes, please.”

Chapter 35

Anthony

ImissedTiffanybya few seconds as I entered the associates’ room to find her and Mario heading into the filing room together. Damn it. I’d been dealing with clients out of the office all day, thinking about the moment I’d come back here so I could see her again, finish up where we left off, and be a little more discreet this time. But with Mario taking his mentorship duties way too seriously, hanging around her, there was no way I was going to be able to be discreet. After last night’s debacle, if I showed up in the file room, asking for a minute with Tiffany, I was sure to raise suspicion.

I couldn’t risk that because I knew Chris meant his threats, but I hadn’t been able to get my mojo back, thinking about how I hadn’t brought her to climax, how my sperm froze up into my balls after being interrupted. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I hoped to steal her away once Chris had gone home, only to have him ensure that I was the first one to be dropped off. All I kept remembering was how I wished I’d gotten her number or her address so that we could arrange to end the night giving us both what we craved.

I was almost tempted to skip all my external meetings today just for a moment with her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her to the point that I couldn’t even bring myself to look at another woman until I knew Tiffany still wanted me and still needed my body pressed against her.

I was tight with tension as other temptations walked by me while I stood by her cubicle looking out of place, tapping on the side of it. I moved to her swivel chair instead. I’d make myself comfortable as I waited and give her an even better surprise when she came out to find me here. I was hoping I could steal her away on her lunch break, take her somewhere it was unlikely for us to be interrupted by anyone we knew. I spun around in the chair, my eyes plastered on the ceiling as I waited. Turning to pick up her pen, I tapped it against her desk until I was aware of the noise I was making, which might have been distracting, and I dropped it.

I checked my watch. I was sure I got here at noon because I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss her. Twenty minutes had dragged on by, and I couldn’t sit by her desk waiting any longer. I marched my way over to the filing room, stalling outside as I thought about how Mario might react. Fuck, damn it.

Maybe they wouldn’t be much longer.I can wait a few minutes more, I thought, tapping my foot outside the file room, about to start whistling from the nerves when I noticed how odd it must look for me to be lurking outside the file room, with no file in hand, just standing there. I was either making the associates uncomfortable because they thought I was there, watching over their shoulders, ready to breathe fire down their necks, or they were uncomfortable because I looked out of place as hell.

I swore under my breath. I thought about turning around and trying to find her later, but I had already waited so long, I was growing frustrated. “Fuck it,” I swore under my breath as I made my way toward the door, turning the knob and walking inside.

The first thing I heard, as soon as I stepped through the door was the voice of a woman asking, “How did I do for my first time?”

“Perfect.” I heard the deep husk of a voice reply before a gasp followed.

I closed the door behind me, unsure of what my ears were picking up on as blood pounded my veins. Okay, I knew what my ears were picking up on, but I was filled with disbelief. There was no way Tiffany and Mario were in here working away without hearing the obvious sounds of two people fucking a few feet away from them. But there was no way it could be them, could it?

I made small steps forward before I heard a deep, high-pitched moan and a low-pitched groan. My feet advanced in a hurry, dipping around shelves to see if I could find them. Of course, everything began to click into place. Yesterday when I’d come up behind them grinning at each other as if they’d known each other forever but he’d met her on the same night I did. Every moment he’d jumped forward to defend her with Jared. Sneaking her away for a private “tour” of the place which he failed to invite me on even though we both got her the job.

“Uh, Mario, yes, please, don’t, stop.” I heard Tiffany’s voice clear as day. I knew that voice of pleasure. She’d sounded that way with me last night. I wasn’t sure what to feel as I came upon my best friend’s bare ass pumping Tiffany full of himself while her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she dug her nails in his back, grabbing him in desperation.

I froze for a moment, watching them as my mind tried to catch up with what was happening before me. Soon her eyes fluttered open and fright registered in them for just a second until they were replaced with lust and need. Her moans grew louder as she kept staring at me, saying everything she needed to say with her eyes. I shuddered at the inflation of my dick and rubbed my hand over the bulge. She groaned as soon as I touched myself, biting her lip as Mario thrust deeper inside her, hitting something that made her spasm, made her eyes cross.

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