CHAPTER 4: BAREBACK ON HIS DESK

JORDAN’S POVWith a guttural, animal groan, I buried myself to the hilt, cock pulsing as I came, release flooding her in hot, thick spurts that overflowed immediately, soaking the sheets in our mixed fluids.

Carol cried out, her own climax crashing over her again, body milking me for every last drop until we were both spent.

We collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, breaths mingling in the dark, the room reeking of sex. Carol traced idle patterns on my chest, lips curved in a satisfied smirk.

“We should do this wayyy more often,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my collarbone, tongue flicking....