Adrian didn’t slow down.

He fucked me over his desk in deep, powerful strokes while Marcus used my mouth and Grant watched, stroking himself. Every thrust forced a wet, filthy sound from between my legs. My bare breasts dragged across the scattered papers. Spit ran down my chin. The dual sensation of being filled at both ends made my eyes roll back. I came hard around Adrian’s cock with a muffled cry, thighs shaking. He kept pounding into me through the orgasm, never letting up.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Come on your boss’s cock while you suck his partner. This is what happens when you stay late, Miss Kane.”

He...