teasing me. You’re going to make me mess up my clothes. I want you now.”
He stood up and closed the mini-blinds, then unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Ayana went to engulf his shaft, but was stopped.
“No, this is all for you. Take your skirt off. Come, straddle my cock. I want you to bounce your pussy on it. I want to deepen your tunnel,” Atticus demanded through gritted teeth.
“Atty, not here. I can’t do that position.”
“Yes, you can! Do it now,” he growled.
Ayana climbed up and positioned herself. She slid down nice and slow. He fingered her rose bud as she began to bounce. Their breathing became rapid and brisk.
Damn, he feels so good. I hope no one can hear us. I’m trying to hold it in, but I can’t, it’s so overwhelming!
“Ah, ah, ah, you’re pussy seems wetter. I like that. I can’t explain it, but you feel different. Aw, shit, babe, this is nice. I want more. Get on your knees.”
Sliding down to the floor, Ayana bent over, giving Atticus full access to her tunnel. He squeezed her ass as he pulled her waist back up so he could direct his rod toward her entrance.
“Ooh—!” she cried.
Atticus covered Ayana’s mouth with his hand. She bit into it to prevent from screaming. She noticed that the sensation of her biting him seemed to thrill him, based on how he thrusted harder and faster.
In a whispery cry she tried to plead with him. She knew he loved the foreplay.
“Babe, let’s slow down so I can catch my breath. My inner thighs are dripping with come.”
In a graveling pitch, he responded, “I know. This is breathtaking. I’m about to let off my load, babe. Ah, damn, babe, ah, yeah!” Atticus growled as he gave a hard jolt.
They fell flat to the floor out of breath.
Atticus gazed at Ayana for a minute.
“Wow!”
“What?’
“I don’t know…you look different…no, you look really amazing, like your glowing or something.”
“Please, don’t go getting all puffed up now. It was good, but I wouldn’t go that far.”
No, it was too damn good. I wanted to scream and cry for real. I wouldn’t turn down another round either.
“Yes, I would, but that’s not what I meant. It’s something about you.”
After a few seconds, Atticus jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
“Come on, we need to wash up.”
He sprayed the office with air freshener to camouflage their sex. Ayana washed up first. She could’ve taken a shower, washed her hair, and dried it with a blow dryer. Atticus had all the major accessories in his bathroom.
“Do you think anyone heard us?”
Atticus turned around with a concerned look on his face, then broke out into a laugh.
“No, remember I told you before my office was specially made to be sound proof for confidential office meetings.”
“You mean meetings like ours?”
Ayana watched carefully for his response.
“Yes, meetings like ours with only you and me attending.”
“Mm hm, good answer.”
Ayana was finishing up on the final touches of getting dress. Atticus was done and headed for the door.
“I have to go, babe. I’ll talk to you later. I have to sign some contracts in order to settle on some deals. So tonight I won’t be by. Tonight I have a dinner meeting with some of the department heads about a merger. But I have to catch Martina because she has the contracts.”
Damn! “What?! Atticus! I meant what I said! I won’t take the back seat to your life.”
“And I meant what I said! You just have to be patient and work with me.”
“How do you feel about me?”
Atticus paused at the door before walking out.
“You already know the answer to that. I’ll talk to you later.”
Angry as ever, Ayana was sure exactly what his answer really meant. If he really loved her, why couldn’t he just say it? Why was he making their relationship difficult? And him being surrounded by women every time she turned around didn’t help. What made matters worse was that she didn’t know if he was still