Page 25 of Joint Custody

She pulled my tongue into her mouth, surprising me as she sucked on it with hungry moans broken up into breathy segments as my hips picked up speed, thrusting into her. With each thrust, her arms came around my neck to grip me harder and her nails dug into my back while she held on as if she needed our bodies to be stuck together indefinitely. I gripped her hips tighter, slamming myself into her, no longer able to keep our lips together, needing to breathe. She attempted to be quieter, though, she failed as throaty moans escaped through her gasps, and it was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t keep myself from kissing her neck and cheek as I rested my face against hers.

I felt her hands moving beneath my chest, and when I raised myself up to look, I saw that she was unbuttoning her blouse. I hissed at the sight of her black bra but nearly fell over as she pulled it down and her milky breasts hosting pink protruding nipples sprung free. “Oh fuck, shit.”

My eyes began to roll into the back of my head at the sight of her nakedness against disheveled clothes and the feeling of the tip of my dick grazing her walls on repeat. I was about to come undone, I knew it. With her nipples staring me in the face, I knew she wanted my mouth there,Iwanted my mouth there, so I pulled myself out of her, sucking on those nipples and rubbing her breasts with my hands, staring up at her face as she watched me.

“I could do this with you all day,” I said, kissing her on her chest. “But we don’t have all day.” I spun her around and placed her back against my chest as she let out a shocked gasp. “Hold on to this,” I told her, pointing at the bar separating the rows of boxes as I bent her over, massaging her ass. “Spread your legs.” I used my leg to guide her legs apart and hissed at the perfect view of her rounded ass, asshole, and pussy.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured before sinking to my knees and tongue-fucking her asshole for a few seconds because I couldn’t help it. Her gasp made me wish I could see her face, watch her cheeks redden in desire. She whimpered soft utterances of encouragement, and I followed up with my hips, pressing my cock into her warm, plush pussy. She shuddered as a long moan escaped her. I gripped my fingers into her hips as I rode her to heaven.

“Mario,” she cried in pleasure. “Mario.” She inhaled. “Yes, please,” she continued.

She sounded as if she didn’t know what was happening but she liked it, and I felt this primal need rush through my body as I grabbed onto her neck from behind, pulling her up to me so I could grip her throat as I whispered in her ear. “Shh, shhh.”

Her eyes flew open, and at the sight of frightened pleasure on her face, her mouth rounded as silent breaths escaped her, I stuck my finger in her mouth, rested my other hand on her belly, and pounded into her until we were both trying so hard not to make a sound as we came all over each other. Shaking, I released myself into her. She rocked forward as if losing the feeling in her legs. I held her against my body and used the shelf before us to help keep us standing.

“Oh, my goodness. Ooh! That was amazing,” she said as I continued to move my dick inside her, feeling the wetness of both our orgasms slip over me. It was still hard but slowly deflating. She still shook with every tender thrust.

I began to shower her face, neck, and back with kisses before spinning her around to kiss her mouth. “You’re amazing,” I said, spanking her ass a little as I continued my kisses down her neck. I couldn’t get enough of her. Even now, I wanted more but I had to be satisfied because we’d been missing in action for too long. People would start to put two and two together soon. I rained kisses down her neck as she rubbed my back, moaning and holding me tight until my cock returned to a place where it was safe enough to walk out again.

I remembered her panties in my pocket and took them out with a grin, sniffing them before putting them between my teeth as I tucked myself back into my boxers. When she walked over to me with a confused grin, taking her underwear from my mouth, I stole a quick peck from her lips, and she laughed.

I watched her wiggle back into the panties and tried not to let myself lose control again. After I was done sorting my clothes out without a mirror, I turned to her to ask, “How do I look?”

Her cheeks went full on red as she came to wrap her arms around my waist. “Perfect.” She smiled up at me.

The compliment warmed my cheeks as I kissed her forehead and found myself looking away from her as I blushed too. I felt so ridiculous as flutters danced in my stomach but I liked it, and I found myself chuckling before clearing my throat.

“You know I had an ulterior motive for bringing you to the file room,” I started.

“I think I figured that one out.” She laughed.

“I mean, other than just for fucking our brains out.” I held onto her hand before she walked away, moving to re-button her shirt for her as she watched my hands with a heated gaze. “I mean, now that I’m technically your boss, your timing here is perfect because I’ve got a lot of briefs that need proofing,” I said.

She looked at me as if she wasn’t sure whether that was an innuendo or not and I laughed, too hard, at the look on her face. She was confused but willing. In between a chuckle, I said, “I mean, actual documents” before cupping her face and kissing her nose. “Stay here, I’ll go get them and grab that contract for you. I might need you to do some fact-checking on previous cases mentioned too.”

“Yes, boss.” She smiled as she reached up to run her fingers through my hair, fixing it back into place while I rested my hand on her waist and smiling back at her. She smoothed out the lapels of my suit jacket and straightened my tie. I didn’t know why those simple actions made me swoon the way they did. I returned the favor, smoothing her hair back into place and kissing the rest of her smeared lipstick off her cupid’s bow as she giggled at the odd placement of a kiss. I figured we were just finding reasons to keep touching each other.

Chapter 16

Tiffany

Mybodyfeltwonderful.I didn’t know the first day at work could be so amazing. They did not prepare us for this part in law school. I kept drifting in and out of daydreaming as I thought about his touch, his mouth, his cologne . . . mmm,focus, Tiffany.

I’d managed to let myself get lost in the briefs before me when I nearly jumped out of my skirt as I heard, “What the hell are you doing here?!”

I looked up with my heart pounding in shock and grimaced as soon as I saw the grinch himself. If only I could’ve shut my eyes and wished him away. The day had managed to turn around for me after our unfortunate meeting this morning. I’d started to believe that things could only get better but here comes Mr. Fee Fi Fo Fum, ready to ruin it once again.

His hooflike feet pounded the floor as he approached me. “I’m sure I’m not losing my marbles here. I distinctly told you that you werenothired, so why thehellare you sitting in my filing roomworking? Are you so unaccustomed to the word ‘no’ you’ve decided to work here anyway?!?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re really starting to get on my nerves,” I mumbled under my breath.

“Excuse me?!” he exploded. His eyes were so wide I thought they would fall out of his head and bounce like little ping pong balls on the floor toward me.

I tried to hold onto my words, but I couldn’t. Not when they’d been simmering inside me from earlier, waiting to be spilled out onto him.

“You! You’re starting to get on my nerves with those accusations, when you don’t know a thing about me. All I’ve ever known is law. Law has been my life since before law school and all throughout it. Everything I’ve earned is because of my hard work and dedication to the law. So, you think you know me, but you don’t. And, yes, I had a celebration for the first time ever yesterday after graduating and I got a little carried away, did some things I’d never done before and for the first time in my life, had some fun and missed an appointment, but that doesn’t define me or take away from the years of my life before I made one mistake: being late this morning. And I could’ve explained that to you if you weren’t such a bitter grump with a stick up your . . .” I caught myself as he stared at me, scoffing at me in what seemed to be satisfaction before telling me to leave.

“You have less than sixty seconds to grab your things and leave before I call security to get you thrown out,” he said, as if nothing I said meant anything at all.

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