Page 112 of Pure Recklessness

‘Sinful shorts?’ Her brow furrowed.

‘The ones you were wearing at the gym.’

‘They were just normal shorts. Nothing sinful about them.’ She cocked her head playfully.

‘I beg to differ.’ My lip twitched. I was tempted to explain that I fell off the treadmill because I was ogling her in them, but decided against it.

‘Those shorts are in the wash. I have some leggings. And my jacket.’

‘Good.’ I picked my phone off the floor, which was still intact, and messaged my driver. ‘I’ll grant you access to the private executive car park in the lower basement. My driver, Geoff, will wait for you there.’

Whilst Eleanor went to the bathroom, I started picking things off the floor and putting them back on my desk.

When I found the sodden Post-it note Eleanor had written, I smiled.

‘I’m leaving.’ Eleanor appeared in front of me. ‘Thanks for… everything.’

‘The pleasure was all mine.’ My eyes swept over her from head to toe. She looked just as good in those leggings as she did in the shorts. ‘And Eleanor…’

‘Yes?’

‘Your resignation is not accepted.’ I waved the Post-it note in the air. ‘See you tomorrow.’

‘See you tomorrow.’ She smiled.

As I watched her leave my office, swinging her hips and with a spring in her step, I should’ve felt content.

Not only had I got to release without having to resort to using my right hand, Eleanor was also leaving after being fully satisfied by a man for the first time.

But instead of being happy that we’d both got our frustrations out of our systems, all I could think about was how soon I’d be able to fuck her again.

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ELLIE

As the lift doors closed and I travelled down to the lower basement, a ginormous grin spread across my face.

Oh. My. God.

I still couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Mr Devlin fucked me in his office.

Twice.

And it was incredible.

Otherworldly.

Although I knew it’d never happen again, if the world ended right now, I’d die an extremely happy and satisfied woman.

After we’d finished round one, he’d scooped me up in his big, muscular arms, carried me over to the sofa and told me to bend over.

I was still sore, but I didn’t care because as soon as I felt his ginormous cock filling me up to the hilt, every atom in my body sprung to life all over again.

How had I gone this long without experiencing sex like this?

No wonder so many people were obsessed with it.