Page 51 of Silver Fake

I frown. "Shouldn't you be on your way to a meeting?"

"I should. But I have something I want to discuss with you first."

Shaking my head, I sigh and push my chair back from the desk. "Fine. I'll be right there."

I'm not sure what he wants to talk about. We already prepped for all his meetings today. I grab a notebook and my file for the cases he's working on today and make my way to his office.

When I get to his office, the door is closed. I raise my hand to knock, but it opens before I connect. John sticks his head out the door like he's looking for someone.

"What are you looking for?" I ask with a laugh.

"Witnesses,” he says as he yanks me inside. His voice is a surprisingly low growl that makes my skin tingle.

Even though I can't see what he's doing with his hand behind my back, I hear the sound of the door being locked.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "I thought you said there was something important you needed to discuss with me before your meeting."

"There is."

A wicked grin spreads across his face, and he grabs me by the thighs and wraps them around his waist.

I giggle in surprise as he carries me over to his desk. "What are you doing?"

He sits me down in the center of his desk, running his hands up my hips and sides before cupping my face.

"I can't sit through one more fucking meeting when all I can think about is you. So I'm getting my fix."

Then he slams his mouth over mine.

His tongue slips inside my mouth, and I moan as he devours me. He tastes like mint toothpaste, and coffee, and John, and I can't get enough.

I grab his wrist and push his hand up my skirt. John makes a low humming sound in his throat as his thumb brushes the wet center of my panties.

Instantly, he pushes the fabric aside and spears me roughly with two fingers.

Then groans against my neck. “Have you been sitting at your desk with a wet pussy this whole time?”

I clamp my inner walls down on his fingers. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

A second later, my back is flat on his desk.

John’s blue eyes go molten as he shoves my skirt up to my stomach and yanks my thighs apart. Then he rips off his belt and drops his pants and boxers in one go.

His cock springs free as I hear his belt clatter to the ground. His impressive length is already rock hard, the tip huge and dripping with precum.

John steps between my legs, his nostrils flaring as he stares down at me.

“I’m so fucking gone over you.” He fists his cock in his hand and drags the tip through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. “So fucking gone.”

Then he slams home, filling me to the hilt in one delicious thrust.

Up until now, John and I have had pretty tame sex. But the look in his eyes right now is so wild that it’s borderline feral.

He sets a punishing pace, wrapping his right hand around my throat while he uses his left hand to hold my thigh down by my ear. All I can do is grip the edge of the desk as he pounds into me.

A part of me knows we shouldn't be doing this here, but all my senses seems to go out the door whenever John touches me.

And right now, I couldn't care less if someone catches us. All I want is more.

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