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came into the conference room before I could say anything. It was time to start the meeting. My presentation wasn’t until the afternoon, so I spent most of the morning trying not to steal glances at Marcus every other minute. I couldn’t help but study him when he wasn’t looking, thinking about the way his hands felt on me, the way he felt inside me. My nipples tightened and it wasn’t long before my thong was drenched.
    We finally broke for lunch. It wasn’t anything fancy; we just had sandwiches catered in. In my efforts to make it look like nothing was going on between us, I ate lunch at the opposite end of the conference room from Marcus. I kept looking over to where he was, exchanging glances when our eyes met. This day was starting to feel like one really long session of foreplay, setting my nerves on edge.
    When I was done eating, I excused myself to use the restroom. I needed a moment to freshen up and gather my thoughts. My presentation was in a bit and I didn’t want to appear flustered to the group of mostly male engineers.
    As I walked in the hallway, an arm reached out to grab me. “What the heck?” I said as I was pulled into a janitor’s closet.
    “I’ve been dying to get you alone. We have about ten minutes before they notice we’re gone,” a deep voice whispered in my ear. It was Marcus! I hadn’t even noticed him slip out of the conference room.
    “And just what do you plan on doing in ten minutes?” I asked him teasingly.
    His arm slipped around my waist and he pressed his erection along the back my thigh. He bent down and bit my neck gently. I sighed and leaned my head back, pushing my hips back hard against him.
    “I’m so glad you wore a skirt again today,” he muttered against my skin as his hand traveled up my thigh and under my skirt, fingering my edge of my thong. “But so disappointed you’re wearing panties,” he growled before he grabbed my thong and tore it off me in one swift movement.
    I gasped and dug my nails into his forearm as his fingers slid between my legs, teasing my already slick sex. “Fuck, Lauren, you’re already soaking wet. Have you been like that all morning?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
    I nodded against his chest. “Yes, from the moment you walked into the conference room this morning. All I could think about was last night, and this morning,” I murmured.
    He sucked in his breath and turned around. He lifted me effortlessly onto the table in the small room and slipped between my legs, pushing my skirt up to my waist. “I’ve been watching you all morning,” he said as he reached down and started to undo his pants. “I hate watching all those men talk to you, check you out. I know what they’re thinking.” He pulled his cock out from his boxers and I fought back a moan as I reached for him. “They all want you.” He slipped on a condom quickly. “But they can’t have you, Lauren.” He thrust inside me, causing me to gasp softly. “Because, you’re mine.”
    I buried my face in his neck as I whimpered. His hands moved to my ass, cupping it and holding me tight as he moved in and out of me. I ground my clit into him and my orgasm wasn’t far off. He nipped my ear with his teeth. “Come for me, baby. I want to send you back to that meeting dripping wet, thinking of me while you talk.”
    His words sent me tumbling over the edge. I didn’t want anyone to hear me, so I bit down on his shoulder, moaning into him as my orgasm rocked through me. He dug his nails hard into my ass as he thrust a couple more times, following my orgasm with his own. He throbbed and twitched inside me as he whispered my name harshly against me.
    He held me tight into him. Did we really just have sex in the janitor’s closet right down the hall from the conference room? I couldn’t help but giggle as he untangled himself from me.
    “What’s so funny?” he asked as he helped me up off the table.
    “I can’t believe we just did that,” I whispered