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head, pinned her wrists against the wall.
     
    "No, baby, let me. Just lean back and relax. I'm in charge."
     
    Everything in her struggled against him, tried to resist, but the firm grasp he kept on her wrists was one of the most erotic sensations she'd ever experienced. She bit her lip as Jack slid her shorts down. He reached inside her panties, forming two of his fingers and thumb into a delicious double stimulator. Slowly, he moved against her swollen nub and slipped into her pussy as his lips traveled from her mouth, to her neck.
     
    He manipulated her and maintained his control, seemingly without much effort, still holding her wrists captive over her head. She started lifting off, becoming as light as air, reaching the edge of extreme pleasure, while part of her tried to maintain her control. The man she'd been dreaming about for months was there, touching her, holding her captive against her office wall, and his lips , dear God ... Eyes closed, head and arms up against the wall, she finally gave in to the pure, shuddering pleasure of it. Ignoring how much further she'd be willing to go with him; her usual reservations abandoned in his arms.
     
    She rolled into her orgasm, as his fingers sank deep inside her and his thumb stayed pressed against her clit. She knew he was watching her, observing her reaction but didn't give a shit about that as she gave in to her body's clamor for release. Until that exact moment she had no idea how much she'd missed the pure, breathtaking beauty of an earth-shattering climax. Could she hang onto it, bottle it, so she could re-visit it after Jack was through with her?
     
    She knew he had no intentions of doing anything beyond proving something to her against the wall in her office. But as far as she was concerned, he could prove all he wanted if it meant she could feel this way -- every delicious, clutching, breathless minute of it. "Oh God, Jack." She heard her own whisper. Then he reached up and found that elusive bundle of nerves under her pubic bone and she exploded into a thousand shards of pure pleasure. 
     
    Her body pulsed with energy; she cried out as she yanked her wrists from his grasp and clenched his arm, her lips seeking his. He accommodated her with his warm mouth, delicious tongue and the grin she felt he must wear at every moment of the day.
     
    "Oh yeah, you come just like I knew you would. I knew you'd grab me with that pussy and not let go," he muttered into her hair as she tried to calm her breathing. "Amazing." He sounded as breathless as she felt.
     
    She sighed, rolled her head around, tried to get some semblance of dignity back. He kept his lips on her, on her shoulders, her neck, not willing to break contact. She reached for the zipper of his suit pants, admiring the view of his rumpled shirt and his tie released and askew. He leaned closer, placed both hands on the wall on either side of her head, closed his eyes and let her unhook his belt. His cock made an impressive mound underneath the boxer-type briefs. She licked her lips.
     
    "Let's move in here," she muttered, and indicated her cubicle, reluctant to expose him in the hall. No matter that, she was standing there, her shorts flung aside and her shirt practically ripped off from behind.
     
    "No." His voice was firm, used to being obeyed. She bit her lip. "Reach in there first, come on, Sara," He leaned back to allow her a better angle.
     
    His animal maleness, his scent, now tinged with her own juices on his hand, the breathless way he spoke near her ear, all combined to bring out something completely new in her. Her nipples ached for his touch, her pussy clutched in post-orgasmic anticipation. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear the sounds of the office at night. Sounds she was familiar with -- the whirr of the fridge, the tick of the large art deco clock out front, even the traffic noises that were her usual backdrop for an evening work session. None of those things would ever