5: The Office After Hours (3)

Her breath caught as he lowered his head to her chest, his tongue flicking out to tease her through the thin fabric of her dress. She arched into his touch, desperate for more contact.

"Please, Jacob," she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair.

With a low growl, he pulled down the neckline of her dress, freeing her breasts. He took one in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hand massaged the other. Pleasure shot through her, and she squirmed beneath him, aching for relief.

As if reading her mind, he slid a hand beneath her dress, his fingers brushing against her most intimate area through the damp lace of her panties. She bucked against his hand, panting with need.

"God, you're so wet," he groaned, rubbing her clit in slow circles. "I want to taste you."

He kissed his way down her body, his tongue dipping into her navel before moving lower. Hooking his fingers in her panties, he tugged them down her legs, leaving her bare before him.

She watched as he brought his mouth to her, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. He ran his tongue along her slit, and she nearly cried out at the sensation. He took his time, exploring every inch of her with his mouth and fingers.

She couldn't take it anymore. Reaching down, she grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, grinding herself against his face. He moaned against her, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Just as she was about to reach her peak, he pulled back, leaving her desperate and needy. He sat up and began to remove his pants, his erection springing free. She licked her lips at the sight of him, hard and ready.

He leaned forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he began to move.

His thrusts were slow and deep at first, but soon picked up speed. He kissed and bit at her neck, his hands roaming over her body. She could feel the tension building inside her, the coil tightening with each stroke.

Just as she was about to come undone, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He entered her from behind, gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

With one final thrust, he buried himself inside her as they both found their release, their bodies shaking with the force of their orgasms.

….

The retreat became their playground. Between conference sessions and polite dinners, they stole hours together.

….

In the quiet hours before dawn, when the conference center was still asleep, he crept into her room. The moonlight through the curtains painted his naked skin in silver as he slipped into bed beside her.

"Hello, trouble," he murmured, pulling her close. His lips found hers in a slow, deep kiss.

She responded eagerly, twining her arms around his neck. "I thought you'd never come," she whispered against his mouth.

He chuckled softly. "I had to be sure no one saw me." His hand slid down her side to her hip. "You've been driving me crazy all day. Bending over like that, flashing me glimpses of your breasts in that dress..."

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she straddled his waist. "Take it off," he commanded, voice rough with desire.

She didn't need to be told twice. Reaching behind her, she unzipped the dress and let it pool around her waist. She tossed it aside and knelt over him, clad only in a lacy bra and matching panties.

His eyes raked over her hungrily. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he groaned, reaching up to cup her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them, his thumbs brushing over the thin lace covering her nipples until they pebbled beneath his touch.

She ground her hips against his, feeling his hardness straining against her core. "I need you," she panted, desperate to feel him inside her.

"Patience," he growled, flipping their positions so she was on her back once more. He kissed a trail down her body, stopping to lavish attention on her breasts. He nipped and sucked at her nipples through the lace, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her center.

Impatient, she reached down to remove her panties, but he caught her wrists. "Not yet. I want to taste you first."

He pressed her legs apart and buried his face between her thighs. She gasped as his tongue ran through her slick folds, circling her clit. He lapped at her greedily, as if he couldn't get enough of her taste.

Her fingers dug into his hair as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was about to come, he pulled back, leaving her frustrated and aching. "No, please," she whimpered.

"Shh," he soothed, moving up her body. "I've got you."

He entered her in one smooth thrust, filling her completely. They both moaned at the sensation, savoring the feeling of finally being joined.

“Oh, Mr. Jacob, you are such a beast,” she said softly.

“And you are my beauty,” he replied.

He began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He obliged, his hips snapping against hers as he drove into her over and over.

Their lovemaking was slow and sensual this time, a dance of give and take. He worshipped her body with his hands and mouth, touching and tasting every inch of her.

When they finally reached their peak, it was together, their bodies shaking with the force of their orgasms. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and spent.

They lay like that for a long moment, basking in the afterglow. Then he pulled back to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ready for round two?"

….

Chloe suddenly broke into a cough, her throat tightening as her eyes widened at the words on the page.

“Round two? Damn…” she whispered, heat rising to her cheeks. “Mr. Jacob really is such a beast.”

Her blush deepened as her own voice echoed in her ears. She dragged her fingertips across the edge of the book, biting her lip. “What am I even doing, talking to myself like this? I just… I need to keep going. How many more rounds can he handle?”

Her pulse quickened, every sentence pulling her deeper. She let out a shaky giggle, the kind that trembled with anticipation, before diving back into the story, hungry to see what came next.