Page 108 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
He laughs. “Drama queen.” His laughter dies when I reach under my skirt and drag my damp panties off, dropping theminto his lap. He grabs them and inhales deeply, exhaling on a groan.
Yep. He’s a goner.“So, do you have something against me taking the edge off before we leave?”
“Absolutely not. Now that you mention it, it sounds like a fantastic idea.”
“Then, Mr. Hawthorne, I’d like to come… all over your shiny, glossy desk.”
He looks at the wipe still clutched in his one fist, then holds it out with his thumb and forefinger, letting it float to the floor. He stands, pockets my panties, then moves his chair away, making room in front of him.
He gestures for me to get comfortable. “Your desk, Ms. Russo.”
I get myself into position, lying in the middle of his desk and I spread my bent legs wide before him while he fists on a condom.
“Good girl. Look at that gorgeous, wet pussy,” he praises, and I get wetter.
He kisses his way down my body until finally buries his face between my thighs. Within minutes, I’m moaning too loudly and begging for more. Already feeling my juices slipping between my ass cheeks onto the desk, the thought of desecrating his precious desk drives me mad with lust.
“Ethan, I want you now.”
“As you command.” He puts my shaking legs around his hips, dragging me flush against him. He puts a hand around my jaw to hold me down, then lines up his hard cock, dragging it against my core. He slams forward, hard, burying himself to the hilt and wrenching a hoarse cry out of me. He sets a punishing, hard and fast rhythm, bottoming out in me, then withdrawing almost completely.
He’s so big that he stretches me to my limit, repeatedly hitting that spot that sends ripples and shocks of pleasure to my brain.
“Ethan, oh, Ethan, just like that. Don’t stop,” I’m yelling with abandon—
“I’ll be God fucking damned! What the hell?”
Ethan freezes.
It takes my addled brain a couple of seconds to work out that the voice is coming from the doorway. Inside the office!
My breath seizes in alarm.
We forgot to lock the door! Someone’s walked in on us!
I try to scramble away, but I’m fully impaled on Ethan’s cock, and his hand at my throat holds me secure.Ethan is looking at whoever it is with an air of amused defiance.
Why isn’t he moving? Who is it?
I tilt back my glazed eyes, and although he’s upside down, I can see that it’s Jordan standing there with his mouth open and shock reverberating through his features.
Oh, God. I want to melt into a puddle of mortification.
“What—? Is that… Do you—Bonnie?” Jordan’s voice is wheezy, like he's choking on something.
“Pick up your jaw and get the fuck out, Jordan,” Ethan barks sharply in a menacing and commanding tone that apparently my pussy likes so much that it clenches hard around his steel cock. Taking that as a cue to continue, Ethan resumes the punishing rhythm, even before his friend has cleared the room.
And then, I can’t think anymore because he’s sped up the rhythm. I’m about to open my mouth to warn him about the door, but it comes out in a moan. “Ethan, oh, my God, the door.” I lose my words in a maelstrom of sensation as my orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks.
He thrusts a few more times, then the rhythm gets jerky as he follows me over the edge, groaning loudly.
I’m still twitching like mad around his thick girth, but the enormity of what happened is already dawning on me
“Ethan. Jordan! Jordan saw us! Oh, God.”
“It’s fine,” Ethan says nonchalantly.
“Fine! We left the door open, someone else could come in. Ethan, get up.”