Page 39 of Billionaire In Vegas

I felt his hand between my legs and gasped as he moved my panties to the side and dipped a finger into me, stroking me, making me crave him like I’d never craved him before.

I shimmied a little to get my skirt further up and parted my legs wantonly, turned on by the thought of forbidden office sex, coupled with the eagerness that Jude displayed, as if he couldn’t wait to be inside me.

He reached into his pocket, put on a condom, and rid me of my panties, sliding into my wetness in one pleasurable stroke. I brought my hips up to meet his thrusts, burying the heels of my feet into his bare buttocks with every thrust.

Comically, the desk below me rocked loudly each time he pushed into me. But I didn’t care. I could feel my insides squeezing around him and I knew I was about to come, but I wanted to enjoy it a little bit more. I wanted to enjoy the feel of Jude buried inside me just a little longer.

“Don’t stop, Jude, please don’t stop,” I managed to moan.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, before kissing me again and pushing me over the edge as he slowly pulled out of me and then with incredible slowness, pushed himself deep into my waiting wetness, inch by inch.

The pleasure was so intense that I held my breath. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. And then I started to come. My body shook all over as he buried his head in the crook of my neck.

“Oh God, Lacey. You feel so good,” he said, and I could feel him coming too. My sex squeezed his, determined to memorize the feel of him.

He thrust into me one last time and my hips drove upwards as I came again.

“Jude!” I shouted as my head hurt from the force of my orgasm.

And then we were spent, holding each other. He slowly pulled out of me and I made an involuntary groan, saddened as I missed his warmth.

He extended his hand and pulled me up from the desk. He pulled up his pants and helped me arrange my clothes.

I was afraid to look in his eyes, but I knew I had to say something. We were quickly crossing the point of no return and one of us had to do something about it.

I opened my mouth to speak when he stopped everything I had to say by kissing me thoroughly on the mouth.

He then pulled back slowly and placed a finger against my lips, quieting my next words.

“Let’s go home,” he said, taking my hand in his and ushering me through the door.