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unyielding hands raise and lower me along his shaft.
    Finally,
he puts me down and flips me over. I see him now, still in his shirt and tie,
looking hot as hell from the meeting. I wrap my legs around him and grab his
tie, pulling him in. He aims his hardness and slides in to his hilt, moaning at
the wonderful release of it.
    My
thighs are quivering around him. He wants to make this last I can tell; I can
see it in his eyes, but we both know that can't happen—not here. Any moment,
Lena or John will come looking for us, wanting to fill him in on our news.
    "Finish
me, I'm begging you," I plead.
    "Now that I believe," he breathes.
    He
lifts my ass off the desk higher onto his lap so that his cock is ramming
upward in me, into my G-spot. Now he's able to use one of his hands to thumb my
clit, and my climax returns.
    I hold
on to his tie for dear life. The pulsing inside begins to grow, becoming a
rhythmic whomp that controls the humping and thrusting of my hips. It's
all I can do to keep from shouting. The office holds its sound well, but I
don't trust it to scream the way I need to. His thumb slips up and down my
stiff trigger, dipping into my folds briefly before moving back up, stretching
it out of its hood.
    Before
I can cry out, I hear Justin's breath catch and a low rumble emerge from his
chest. He knows I'm close, and he sets himself free. The ecstasy on his
gorgeous face tips me over the edge. I cannot see his orgasm without erupting
in my own. All the muscles in my vaginal path contract, becoming the epicenter
of a massive explosion of joy that consumes every inch of me from my trembling
legs to my hands still yanking his tie.
    Justin
rubs my clit until I can't take his touch any longer, twitching and jerking
myself away from his hand. I pant, trying to catch my breath as his large cock
slides out of me, happily spent.
    As he's
done since day one, Justin insists I clean up first in his private restroom. He
goes in after me and I watch him dress again when he comes out, smiling at him
for making me so happy.
    He
reads me well and comes to me, softly cupping my face with his hands. "I
missed you, Warrior," he whispers before kissing me.
    Swoon!
     
     
    JUSTIN IS INTENTLY LISTENING to everything we have to tell him.
Sylvester silently paces around almost looking confused that we are not paying
attention to him; his prerecorded snarling is wasted on us. We have the large
display littered with our latest surveillance files, trying to decipher the direction
they are pointing us in.
    At the
top left corner of the screen, our guy, Mr. John Roberts. His name has been
around a long time in a great many financial and political circles. His family
was huge in Southern oil, their influence grew to infamous proportions. If you
wanted to create a political backing team, you wanted him on it. Fortunately,
he's one of the founders of our client group. Owning politicians has been vital
to his family's businesses for years. Our group didn't go after him to include
him, he practically made it himself.
    So it
was not surprising that he was approached by someone else to see if he wanted
to join their group. Nor was it surprising that he brought it right to Justin
when it happened. He doesn't want anyone fucking up his investment. He wants it
fixed, and Justin is his guy for that.
    Blake
Adams was the next connection on the screen, the man that had approached Mr.
Roberts a while back. The rest of our group isn't yet aware of this, only Mr.
Roberts and we know about it, but that has to change soon. Blake is less well
known, but almost as wealthy—a great combination. He's in Properties
Management; the buying, leasing, and selling some of the largest buildings in
DC, Dallas, Miami and New York.
    Blake
looks like the complete sleaze, flowing, half-curly blonde hair, a crooked
smile, and a twinkle in his eye that warns you that you're about to get fucked
in the ass before he wipes himself clean on your sheets and leaves while you're
crying. He