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Paisley
A week later…
Ecstasy tears through me, and I groan, holding on more tightly to the edge of his desk.
I look back over my shoulder. Arctic’s neck muscles are roped. He gets this look of intense pleasure. He crouches over just a little, his abs popping even more.
He’s so damned gorgeous that I have to look away, closing my eyes.
He jerks against me, his hips hitting against my ass. My breasts are mashed up against his desk. He’s groaning now, the sound filled with such pleasure it makes me come harder. I feel warmth inside me as he spills his seed. I feel my body milking him as I take the last of my own pleasure. He slows down, his cock still moving in and out of me. The sound of our ragged panting fills his office.
Arctic finally stops moving; I think I feel a kiss at the base of my neck. A soft brush of his lips. The action warms me and scares me, so I’m going to pretend it didn’t happen. His chest is heaving against my back. I still feel his dick throbbing inside me. He’s still semi-hard. We’re both struggling to catch our breath.
“I could get used to lunch meetings that start like this,” Arctic says as he pulls out. “Don’t move.”
I stay where I am, feeling his cum leak out of me.
He returns with a wad of tissue paper, which I use to mop it up, pressing it against my core, careful not to get any on my clothing.
It helps that my pants are hanging over the chair. My underwear is on the floor, together with my shoes and socks.
By now, we have a routine.
He goes into the bathroom and cleans up. It doesn’t take him long to return smelling of cologne and mouthwash, since he went down on me.
It takes a little longer for me. I strip and use the showerhead to clean myself properly down there. I lather my body with soap and then wash off. Then I spray myself with perfume and sit across from Arctic, who is typing something on his computer.
“What’s on the agenda for today?”
“Good news.” I smile. “We have our first engagement.” I give a little squeal of excitement because it’s wonderful.
“Really?” Arctic looks genuinely happy. He leans forward, placing his elbows on the desk. “Who is it?”
“Lauren – ironically, it’s the lady who ran and fell when you guys did your demonstration – remember her?”
“Of course I do.” He’s smiling broadly.
“Well, she and Burn are in love. They’re moving in together and are engaged to be married. He got her a fancy ring and everything.”
“That’s great. That’s really wonderful.” He leans back in his chair. “Our first success story. We need to organize an engagement party. It’ll be an opportunity to get more candidates and Tributes together. What are the latest stats?”
I frown. “Not great. A third of the Tributes are still holding back. They aren’t dating the candidates. They’re…” I pull in a breath. “We did an anonymous survey, and it turns out that they’re holding out for you, Arctic.” I bite on my lip, pulling it into my mouth while I think on my next words. “We should probably stop…having sex.” I meant to say that in a better way. “You should start seriously looking at the Tributes. You have ten to choose from, including Hannah, who you seem to like.”
As per usual, he’s completely unreadable. He seems to be mulling it over.
“You want to end it?”
“I wouldn’t put it like that, but I think we have to…yes.” I nod.
He makes a noise like he’s considering my words. “I think you’re jumping the gun. We’ve barely started fucking. We spoke of several weeks before stopping.”
I cock my head and scrutinize him. “Did we put a time to our arrangement? I don’t think we did. I think we agreed that as long as we were both satisfied, that we would continue, but—”
“Aren’t you satisfied, Paisley?” His eyes are on me. He’s still unreadable.
“You know I am.”
