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He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to a thick wooden door with a keypad like the one below. He punched in the code, and it opened. Inside was a large desk, much like the one at Show Me Yours.
There was a small couch with a chaise, and when he turned on the blue ceramic lamp, I saw it was beige. He reached into a small refrigerator near the desk and handed me a bottle of water.
"Drink," he said, watching me intently.
I took the bottle, my hands trembling slightly, and sipped the cold water. Oliver moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
"You're driving me crazy," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
"I can't help it," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
"I know," he said, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. "And that's exactly why I can't wait any longer."
He leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. My resolve melted away as his hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire that had been smoldering all night. Oliver lifted me onto the desk, his touch urgent and demanding. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, craving the connection I had denied myself for too long.
"Oliver," I moaned as he kissed down my neck, his hands sliding under my dress.
"I told you," he whispered against my skin. "You're mine tonight."
The world outside his office faded away as we lost ourselves in each other, the music and lights of the club a distant memory.
“I’m going to strip you naked and fuck you against the window.”
I groaned. “I’m not in the mood.”
Oliver untangled himself from me and took me by the elbow to the window that overlooked the DJ deck. Down below, the DJ was dancing around with headphones on while he tapped on his computer keyboard. Immediately the music changed.
“You can see the whole club from up here,” I muttered.
Oliver grinned. “Yes, you can. How scandalous to have sex in front of the entire club when they have no idea. They won’t know what’s going on behind this glass.”
He pressed his body against mine, rubbing his hips on my ass. I could feel his rock-hard erection and it made me hot, so hot. He was right, the way I felt, I would come the minute he entered me. Oliver grasped the hem of my dress and hiked it up to my waist.
“Let’s take these panties off. I bet your pussy is soaked.”
“It’s not,” I lied.
“Let’s see.”
I clenched my thighs together, but Oliver was too strong, slipping his hand between them and touching my most intimate place.
“Just as I thought. How long have you wanted me tonight?” he asked, desire lacing his voice.
There was no use lying. Oliver was wise to me. “Since before I left the penthouse.”
“You should’ve let me fuck you then,” he said, smirking. “But then again, I prefer you this way, all raw and sweaty. God, Ryleigh, I can never get enough of you.”
I let him undress me until I was wearing nothing but my heels. He was still fully dressed except his tie was loosened.
“Aren’t you getting undressed?” I squeaked.
“No. I said I wanted to strip you naked. I didn’t say anything about me being naked. Turn around.”
I turned and Oliver took my hand in his. “Unzip me.”
I did as he requested, and he unbuttoned his jeans to reveal he wasn’t wearing underwear. I wondered when he took them off since I saw him put on black boxers before he got dressed. I fisted him, gently stroking. His cock was like hot velvet in my hand. He pushed his jeans down his hips and lifted me up in his arms.
I felt the cool glass against my back as he placed me against it and effortlessly slipped inside me. I locked my ankles around him as he fucked me, thrusting upward. It only took two strokes and I exploded, moaning his name loudly. I was thankful for the pounding of the music so no one could hear me. I went lax in Oliver’s arms, and he held me but stayed inside.
