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All his efforts to keep the rest of the office from knowing what we were doing in private were destroyed by each creak of the wooden desk as it moved back and forth over the tile floor. His pupils were blown wide and the tendons in his neck strained as he tipped his head back. He gave one final deep thrust at the same time and held himself as deep as he could go. A long, low moan ripped from his throat just as he shuddered and filled me with hot jets of cum.

Spent, he dropped down into his chair, pulling me off the desk to rest in his lap. His arms came around me and held me tightly to his chest. We were a sweaty, sticky mess. My hair was a wild mess around my head. If by some miracle the entire office didn’t hear the roar Stryker released as he came, we both reeked of sex and had the hair to match.

For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why I was supposed to care about everyone knowing I just had my brains fucked out in the office. In my current state of being high on oxytocin, I couldn’t seem to muster any embarrassment. It could also have had something to do with the feel of Stryker’s heart pounding under my head where it rested on his chest and the knowledge that its racing beat was because of me.

ChapterEighteen

Stryker

The next few days at the office were interesting. Mrs. Bennett had either found a new hiding place, or she’d quit and failed to turn in her notice. I needed to remember to speak to Sabrina about replacing her. Of course, we’d have to find her first.

The rest of the staff spent their time gawking at us. Some were covert and tried peeking over the top of file folders, or looking when they thought we weren’t paying attention. Those were the ones I wouldn’t be adding to Sabrina’s list of employees to speak to.

I didn’t particularly enjoy firing people. My reputation might suggest otherwise, but having grown up with a single mom, I didn’t relish the idea I could be the cause of someone else’s suffering. However, my sympathy only went so far. All of the old perverts who clung to Maxwell were doing a good job of pushing me past that limit.

Whenever we had to discuss business behind closed doors they made rude comments. “Make sure to earn that office, sweetie,” Jeffries yelled as Sabrina closed the door of my office.

All the color leached out of her face, and her eyes cast down to the ground. This wouldn’t be happening if we’d told everyone about us like I’d wanted to, but I got the sense now was not the time to bring that up.

I set down the stack of files in my hands and wrapped my arms around her. “Say the word and he’s fired,” I said with my face buried in her hair.

Sabrina sniffled, a sure sign this was getting to her more than she let on. “He was supposed to be fired days ago.”

I winced. Right, he threatened to file suit for wrongful termination, so his pink slip was being delayed while I created a bulletproof case for letting him go. I smiled because I realized that was no longer necessary.

Kissing the side of her head, I guided her to sit in my chair so she could use my computer. “Take a look at that report Aaron sent over. I’m going to go handle Jeffries.”

Her tiny hand grasped my wrist and pulled me back. “Stryker, just leave it. I know he threatened to sue.”

My smile stretched across my face. “You see, sexual harassment is grounds for dismissal everywhere.”

A tiny smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. “Look at you solving problems. Keep this up and I’m going to have to buy you a white horse.”

My eyes narrowed, and I leaned forward, resting a hand on each arm rest, caging her in. “If you’re going to be a bad girl, you’re going to get punished.”

Slowly her midnight blue eyes lifted to mine. That smile became a smirk. “How are you going to do that in a hotel suite? Didn’t the neighbors complain last night?”

Last night was fantastic until the front desk manager knocked on the door. Apparently, he’d tried to call multiple times, but the phone had gotten knocked off the nightstand during a very energetic make-out session. We hadn’t even undressed when he started banging on the door.

“Mr. Lawson, I-I’m so sorry to disturb you and your guest, but the rooms around you have started complaining about the noise. This is a five star hotel, not the kind of place where you have guests,” he coughed the last part.

He was red with embarrassment the entire time, but I was turning colors only at the end. Sabrina strolled over, her hair mussed around her making her look well fucked, and plastered herself to my side.

She looked up at me, fresh-faced since she had showered right after work. I could see a light dusting of freckles on her nose. A nose that turned up slightly at the end and made her look like a pixie. Not able to resist, I tapped the end of her nose with my finger causing her to scrunch it adorably.

Her eyes turned sad when she looked over at the judgmental man at the door. “He thinks I’m a hooker, doesn’t he? Why does everyone think I’m a whore?”

His eyes bugged out of his head, and he went from a deep crimson to more of an eggplant color. “I don’t think, of course not, this just isn’t the place for—” He flopped his hand around like that would explain what he was trying to say.

“So I should put in my review that this isn’t the kind of hotel you should stay in when you’re newlyweds?” I asked.

This time his mouth fell open. “No, I’m not saying that at all. Of course, this is the perfect place.”

Sabrina pouted. That fat bottom lip jutted out, making me groan with the need to pull it between my teeth. She looked up at me, and I swear I saw a flash of mischief before she schooled her features back into the sulking young bride.

“This place isn’t very fun, baby. You promised me a romantic honeymoon. I don’t like it here.”

I shot the manager a look that said,see what you’ve done?