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something else entirely. Oliver nudged her knees up
over his shoulders, delving in deeper, making her writhe on his desk. Oh god,
she was going to come. He was going to make her come!
    “Please,”
she whispered, finding her fingers moving through his close-cropped hair,
begging him for release. “Oh god. Oh god.”
    He moaned
and swallowed her juices as she climaxed all over his desk, all over his face. Her
pussy throbbed and pulsed with pleasure, every sweet contraction sending heat rushing
through her veins. She gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the crisp
white material of his shirt, shivering under the hot press of his tongue.
    “Oh god,
Kelsey,” he panted, coming up to kiss her. Oh my god, Oliver Pierce was kissing
her! Given where his mouth had just been, this shouldn’t have been a surprise,
but somehow it was. “I want you. I want you so fucking much.”
    “Yes,” she
breathed, tasting herself in his mouth, knowing there was no turning back now.
She wanted him just as much. There was no denying it anymore. “Fuck me, Oliver.
Do it.”
    He groaned
at her words, reaching for his belt, undoing his trousers. She couldn’t help
herself. She grabbed his length, guiding him. They didn’t bother with the rest
of their clothes. Kelsey’s panties were still on. She just kept them pushed
aside, aiming his cock as he rocked her back on the desk with the shove of his
hips.
    “Oh god,” he
whispered as he slid inside. She was so wet he bottomed out right away, making
her gasp and hang onto him as they rocked on the desk. “You feel so fucking
good.”
    “Fuck me,”
she whispered into his ear as he began to thrust. She wrapped the shredded
remains of her fishnets around his waist, pulling him in deeper, the heated
slap of their bodies filling the room. “Oh yes, fuck me hard! Harder!”
    The whole
desk shook and Kelsey whimpered, trying to stay quiet, knowing that it was
nearing eight in the morning, that people were probably arriving to work. What
would they think if they heard moaning and groaning and screaming coming from
Oliver Pierce’s office?
    “Kelsey,”
Oliver gasped, his whispered words like a warning. “I can’t… ohhh god… I can’t
hold back…”
    “Yes!” she
panted, her hips rocking up to meet his, remembering the sound of him in the
men’s room, the same low growl he was making now, music to her ears. “Come for
me!”
    He gave in,
driving her forward on the desk, his silver pen holder clattering to the floor,
pens and pencils scattering everywhere. His cock was like an iron bar inside of
her, pulsing with heat as he came. He grunted and shoved his hips into hers,
moving Kelsey back with each stroke as he filled her, again and again, so far
back on the desk she was practically falling off the other side, and she just
barely managed to save his crystal paperweight from sliding off the edge.
    He chuckled,
catching his breath against her ear. “Nice catch.”
    “Thanks.”
She smiled, closing her eyes, breathing in the scent of him as they collapsed
together on the big surface of his desk. “DUX217? February seventeenth is your
birthday, but what’s the DUX? ”
    “Dux is
Latin for boss.” Oliver lifted his head, looking at her. “You knew my birthday?”
    “I looked it
up last night to be sure,” she admitted.
    “I created a
hidden account.” He shrugged, looking sheepish. “I know it was wrong, but
damnit, Kelsey… I had a hard enough time keeping my hands off you when you actually
followed the dress code. How could you expect me to resist you in those
stripes?”
    “So now
what?” she murmured, stroking the damp hair at the nape of his neck, his words
thrilling her beyond hope.
    “Now, Ms.
Watson, you follow the rules,” he admonished, making a stern face as he rolled
to the side and then stood, doing up his trousers. He glanced at the door, and
she could tell he was already thinking about work.
    She smirked,
half-sitting, toying with the shredded lengths of the