He shoves me up against the wall and pins me there.

That doesn’t fucking surprise me, honestly. That seems like a standard move from the sexual arsenal of a man like Will Ambrose: forceful, intense, pushy, and demanding.

What does surprise me is that I enjoy it as much as I do.

I’m not the kind of woman who’s easily dominated.

Like, let’s be real, babe.

I’ve got the kind of personality that would make a lesser man weak in the knees in all the worst ways. But not Will Ambrose.

No—if anything, Will Ambrose sees this as a fucking challenge.

This man’s like a hammer; everything’s a nail to him.

And when he pins me up against the wall? I know exactly what he’ll be nailing next.

Me.

“You’re not wasting any time, are you?” I ask.

“After that little show? No, I’m fucking not,” Will responds.

I love the way he challenges me.

“Right here? In the office?” I ask.

“Less questions,” he tells me. “More nudity.”

Will presses his body against mine. He grabs each of my wrists, holding both of them against the wall level with my head.

He kisses my ear and neck, breathing heavily at the same time. He releases my hands so he can unbutton my white blouse and remove it. He throws it over his shoulder.

“That’s some bra you have on,” he comments, staring at the white lacy bra I’d bought at a lingerie store last week. “Did you wear it just for me?”

“You like it, huh?” I smile at him.

“I fucking love it.” He smiles back at me. “You’re fucking hot in it.” He kisses me on my neck and down between my breasts. “I’m so ready to fuck you.”

He kisses me long and hard—the same way he kissed me the night before. I can feel his huge cock move under his pants and against the pencil skirt I’m wearing.

He stops kissing me and looks at me with those smoky fuck-me eyes he has. We’re so close that our noses nearly touch.

“Is that all you’re going to give me?” I ask.

If he sees this as a fucking challenge, then it’s game time.

“Oh, so you’re up for this?” Will says.

He smiles that shit-eating grin at me.

“I’m more than up for it, honey.”

I catch him off guard and move away from the wall.

“And where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asks.

I run around to the other end of the huge wooden desk sitting in the middle of the room.

I lean against it.

“So you want to play hard to get. Is that it?” he suggests.

He smirks at me from the other end of the desk.

“No, not at all,” I laugh.

He chases me around the desk twice until he grabs my arm the second time around. This black pencil skirt and my fucking pink heels make it hard to run.

He grabs a hold of my other arm and moves me back toward the wall. He tries to pin me again, but I manage to outsmart him. I push him to the wall, but not the way he did me.

He kisses me again. He moves his tongue around and inside my mouth. I can feel my nipples hardening, and that tingly feeling comes between my legs.

His huge cock moves in his pants again.

He releases the kiss. He grabs my right shoulder and pushes me down to the floor. I kneel on the floor in front of him—although it’s not easy dressed the way I am.

I yank his pants down. Then I pull his boxers down, and they fall to his ankles.

His mighty cock points right at me, like it knows what Will wants.

I begin kissing his muscular left thigh and then his right.

His cock continues to get harder and harder. Will grabs the back of my head and pushes me toward his cock.

I kiss and then lick the end of it. He moans in approval.

“God. Christ. Don’t fucking stop,” he says.

I look up and see that his eyes are closed and his head’s tilted back.

I stick my mouth over the end of his cock and suck on it. I try hard to get as much of it in my mouth as I can. There’s no way I’ll get all of it in my mouth.

It’s that fucking huge.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “That’s it, baby. Keep going. Just like that.”

His cock becomes so hard in my mouth. I know he’s about to come.

And he does.

I catch most of his cum in my mouth. But there’s just so much, I can’t catch it all.

Cum’s everywhere—in my mouth, on the floor, on his pants.

Will grabs my dark hair and pulls me up to a standing position.

He kisses me hard once again.

His cock rubs against the outside of my skirt, getting cum on it like everything else.

Will steps out of his pants and boxers and moves toward the desk. His left hand grabs my right hand, keeping him as close to me as he can. His right hand scoops everything but the phone and the laptop on the other end off the desk.

“Remember how I told you how many women I’ve fucked on this desk?” he asks and shoves me onto it.

“Yes.”

“Now it’s your turn.”

He unzips the zipper on the side of my skirt.

He jerks my skirt off me, and then my lacy bikini panties. He stands over me, looking down with that shit-eating grin.

“I’m going to fuck you till you can’t stand to be fucked anymore.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I say.

I’m always up for a good challenge.

“You fucking asked for it,” he says, still grinning.

He bends over me and grabs my hands to hold me down. He kisses my neck. Then, he moves down to my bra and kisses my breasts through it.

I can feel how wet I am between my legs.

“You can undo the front clasp.”

I want him to release my tits. I want to feel his tongue move around them.

My round breasts pop out at him. He kisses them until my nipples are so hard that they ache.

“You’re as horny as I am,” he comments. Will grabs the phone and uses the cord to wrap my wrist. “I’m going to punish you for it, Kat.”

I’m not sure what he’s up to, but I’m sure it’s not something I want to know.

“Call Paxton back,” he says, binding my wrists with the phone cord.

“Paxton? Please. I sealed that deal…and if you haven’t noticed, we’re a little occupied,” I say.

I try to sit up but realize that’s hard to do when your hands are tied above your head by a phone cord. Will dials Mr. Paxton’s number. While the phone rings, he continues kissing down my body.

He kisses my stomach until he reaches between my legs. He kisses the inside of each of my thighs. The tingly feeling returns to the point where I throb because I’m so aroused.

I’m even wetter than I was before he started kissing me.

Will slides his huge cock inside me. He grabs my hips and starts moving in rhythm.

“Oh my fucking…” I moan.

“Hello?” the male voice on the other end of the phone says.

I forget the phone’s cradled between my left shoulder and ear.

I recognize the voice.

“Hello, Mr. Paxton. I want to talk to you about the deal we’ve got in motion.”

“Hello, Ms. Connor,” he says. “I’m more than happy to speak to you about that.”

“I’d like to increase…” I begin. “Oh, that feels so fucking good.”

I hold the phone, trying not to let it slide out of its place.

“What are you talking about?” Mr. Paxton asks.

I can’t make Will stop, not when it feels so good.

“As I was saying, I wanted to chat with you about your purchases with Ambrose Industries…oh, more please!”

“Excuse me?” Mr. Paxton says.

I can tell he’s confused. But I can’t help it. This sex is so much fucking fun.

And I’m doing it with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.

“I would like to see your purchases from Ambrose Industries quadruple this year,” I begin. “What do you need from me to make that happen?”

I’m playing this fast and loose—on the phone, anyway.

I don’t know what Will wants from me, other than my body—my cunt—and watching me fucking squirm while he puts me on the spot.

“I don’t know about that, Ms. Connor,” he says. “I can’t make any kind of a deal with you until I talk it over with the board of my company. This is a big and important purchase, you’ll understand…”

Will slides his cock in and out of me in a rapid rhythm.

“More. MORE!” I moan. I can’t help myself.

“Ms. Connor, more what?” the poor man on the other end of the phone asks.

He has no idea what’s going on. And I’m sure as hell not about to tell him.

“Uh, more time. I thought you were the CEO of your company. Don’t you make these decisions? A man like you must know how to make things happen, Mr. Paxton,” I say.

“Well, yes, I’m the CEO, but…”

“Oh my god. Give it to me!”

Will hasn’t stopped moving his cock in and out of me. And I’m about to have the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

“I…you’re a very forceful woman, Ms. Connor. I’m not sure…”

He had no fucking idea what I really meant. I intend to keep it that way.

“That’s right,” I moan, and I’m not even sure who I’m talking to at this point—Paxton, or Will. “Just like that. Make it happen—make it fucking happen!”

Just like I thought I would, I had the biggest orgasm of my life…followed by several little ones. Never have I ever felt like this before. No man has ever satisfied me like Will Ambrose just did.

At the same time, Will slings cum from his cock all over my stomach, my breasts, my desk—everywhere.

He smiles down at me. “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had!”

I can only hope Mr. Paxton didn’t hear Will say that. My hands are still tied with the phone cord, the phone still cradled in my neck.

“What did you just say, Ms. Connor?” Mr. Paxton asks.

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” I motion at Will to untie me so I can hold the phone with my hand.

He doesn’t take the hint, though.

“It sure sounded like someone’s in the room with you and said something. I heard a man’s voice,” Mr. Paxton says. “Is there something funny going on here?”

“So what do you say to that purchase?” I attempt to get the conversation back on track.

“I…I already told you that I need to speak with my board, Ms. Connor.”

“I have other companies who are interested, so I’ll need an answer from you by the end of the day.”

I watch Will walk away from me and grab some paper towels from a stack on the counter.

He cleans off his cock.

“What do you say, Mr. Paxton?” I ask.

Will stands next to me. He swings his hips, and I see his cock wiggling around.

The other end’s silent. I’m sure he’s hung up on me.

“Well…you know what, let’s do it. You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Connor, but you’ve got yourself a deal,” Mr. Paxton says.

“That’s great. I appreciate your business,” I say. “I’ll have the paperwork done and sent to you by the end of the day.”

“Sounds…good. Very good. Very…”

The other end goes dead.

“Are you impressed yet?” I tell Will.

“You fucking bet I am,” Will adds, laughing.