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moment. Yes I’m fine thank you. Will that be all?”
    The meeting concluded even as I ran my fingers gently, lovingly, up his still naked legs. Jacob didn’t get up to see the other person out.
    As soon as the door closed his chair was pushed back against the wall. “You!” he said, reaching to pull me out from under the table; expression half exasperated, half Cheshire cat.
    I stood before him, contrite face ruined by a cheeky grin. “Why Mr. King, did you enjoy that?”
    His hand reached to the intercom on his desk. “Cancel my next appointment,” he said, all the while looking at me. “I have some business to take care of in here.”
    He manhandled me until my back was pressed up against the floor to ceiling windows that lined his office, one hand on the glass above my shoulder. “I’m about to show you just how much I enjoyed it,” he growled.
    He leaned in, nuzzling me tenderly in the crook of my neck.  I could smell his cologne – something expensive, mixed with just the slightest trace of… him .
    Then he kissed me; hard, passionately, and I melted into the glass behind even as I kissed him back, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, my hands on him, his hands on me. I started undoing his buttons in a frenzy born of need, pausing only as he seized my top and lifted it above my head, my hands raising momentarily before going back to work.
    Last button undone, I slid his shirt from his shoulders to reveal a broad, strong chest. Muscles flexed on his upper arms as he slid them behind his back to drop the shirt to the floor, then returned to my bra, reaching behind me to unclasp the strap with a practiced snap of his fingers.
    “You do that too well,” I murmured into his mouth.
    “I’ve been practicing it in my mind all day,” he breathed back.
    My bra fell to the floor, freeing my breasts with a jiggle that stopped as soon as he caught them in his hands. “You’re beautiful.”
    I was about to say the same thing to him . His eyes were full of wonder, like a little child in a candy store. Then he frowned. I followed his gaze down, to my skirt.
    “It seems one of us is still half dressed, Miss Watson.”
    “You had a head start, remember?” Then I gasped. Though only recently satisfied, he was growing quickly once more. Was this normal? Or was this because he was with me ?
    He leaned into a kiss that seemed to answer the question there and then – passionate, hot and full of need – even as his hands fumbled with my skirt and then dropped it to the floor.
    “Turn around,” he commanded.
    I shivered, loving the authority in his voice even as I did as I was told. Bracing against the window, looking at him in the reflection. I saw his fingers lower toward me, then felt them enter gently inside. The feeling was delicious – a tantalizing promise of even better to come.
    “Mmm, you’re wet for me already.”
    I pushed back against his hand, urgent in my desire to feel all of him, but he didn’t hurry. Instead, his fingers started to slide in and out of me slowly.
    “Please,” I gasped. “I want you. All of you.”
    I felt his fingers withdraw, and in the reflection I saw him lick his hand slowly. Oh god. How much more of this could I take?
    He positioned himself behind me. I tensed, waiting with breath held… then he thrust inside.
    My eyes rolled back as my whole world narrowed, internalized, until all I could feel was him sliding into me; his shaft still wet from my blowjob, now slick with my juices. The feeling was sublime, and it radiated from my center to form goose bumps on my arms and shivers down my neck. I wanted this man so badly; I wanted him filling me over and over with his hard body. I leaned back into him, taking it all. It felt s o deep!
    He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, then plunged back in again. I gasped, leaning into the window and he pulled back again, then thrust in hard. I rocked forward, hair falling over my face, groaning as pleasure filled my body