Hard. Deep. The desk shook under us. My legs wrapped around his waist. He leaned down and took my breast into his mouth again, sucking while he thrust. Every time he bottomed out I felt it in my stomach.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Rival attorney. Perfect little professional. Taking my cock on my desk like you were made for it.”

I dug my nails into his back. “Shut up and fuck me.”

He laughed and did exactly that. Faster. The wet sound of our bodies filled the office. City lights painted stripes across his shoulders. He gripped my hips and pulled me onto him harder.

I came first, clenching...