Page 21 of Welcome to the Friendzone

On the elevator ride up to the first floor, Oliver risked pinching Marta's butt cheek, making her squeak a little, and the other people in the elevator turned around to look at them but both just looked straight ahead, smiling innocently at their colleagues as if nothing had happened. The moment the elevator doors closed behind them, Marta smacked her hand on Oliver’s ass.

“You’re such a bad boy,” she said in a sultry whisper, looking around to make sure that no one else was in the hallway but thankfully they were alone.

“What do you want to do about it?” He teased quietly.

Marta’s eyes widened when she heard his words, her tongue darting out to wet across her lips in anticipation. Instead of answering him, Marta crashed her lips into Oliver’s, the force of her passion slamming his body against the wall. She placed both her hands on his hips, pinning him between her body and the wall. Oliver was taller and stronger than her, able to overpower her very easily if he wanted to, but he let her take all the control.

“I’m going to fuck this bad boy behavior out of you,” she whispered against his lips before nipping gently at them.

Oliver groaned as his body flooded with pleasure. He’d always been the gentle type but on occasion Marta had been a little rougher than usual, taking charge, and he’d realized that he loved it, just as he loved every other part of her.

“Please,” he replied, his voice rough with need.

“Give me your hand,” Marta commanded, stretching out her own in expectation.

Oliver did as he was told and Marta hurried towards his room, pulling the blond Agent with her.

“What if Butch…” Oliver started to complain but stopped when he saw Marta’s stern look.

“I don’t care.”

She dug her hand deep in the pocket of Oliver’s pants, grazing her fingers along his cock, before pulling out the ID Card and opening the room. Oliver let out a loud groan, palming himself through the cloth as soon as Marta had turned her back to him.

What was this woman doing to him?

They entered his room and all Marta needed to do was point her index finger towards the bed to have Oliver eagerly comply with her unspoken order. He was surprised at the direction the afternoon had taken but if they were officially boyfriend and girlfriend then what a way to celebrate.

With slow, deliberate strides he walked towards the bed, turning around to look at Marta, ardently awaiting her next command.

“T-shirt off,” she said imperiously while stepping in his direction.

Marta kept her distance watching intently as Oliver stripped out of his shirt and revealed the rock-hard abs beneath. She loved those abs, loved seeing them tense right before he climaxed. It was the best show she’d ever witnessed and she couldn’t wait to see it again.

“Shoes and pants too.”

Lust shimmered in Oliver’s eyes when he watched Marta lean forward. He could see her dilated pupils in the light from the lamp. The fierce heat he saw within them melted any last bit of resistance he held and Oliver crumbled, willing to do anything for her.

After everything Marta had been through, to see this side of her, thisdominancemaking its reappearance, was something that Oliver loved to see. And, as his hard cock could confirm, he loved her being in charge.

He opened the button and zipper on his pants, letting them slowly slide down his legs, maybe a little on purpose.

“What do you want me to do next?” He asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“Ma’am,” she snapped.

“Pardon?” Oliver looked at her with a slightly tilted head in confusion.

“What do you want me to do next,Ma’am,” Marta repeated pointedly.

That was new, but he liked it.

“Understood?” Marta asked, her voice a sharp whisper.

It was the sexiest it had ever sounded and Oliver felt himself growing even harder at the sound.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he repeated.

“Good boy.”

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