I was greeted by the low hum of efficiency when I got back to the office. I nodded in return of every murmured hello as I made my way up the stairs, going straight for the conference room to begin my meeting with Sara and Colin. I expected to see them both seated with their itineraries printed and ready to go.

Instead, I found Sara sitting alone.

I paused in the doorway, pleased with how headphones had her oblivious to my presence.

I took advantage of the moment, watching her as I shrugged my jacket off and adjusted my cufflinks. She was in deep concentration, still reading her itinerary as she pulled her hair up high in a ponytail. I smiled as two dark locks fluttered down to loosely frame her face.

I couldn’t help enjoying how big those eyes got when they spotted me.

“Oh my God, Julian.” She ripped her ear buds out and clasped a hand over her heart. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t sound it,” she teased as I took my seat next to her. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at me looking at her. “What?”

“You didn’t respond to my text,” I said, taking full pleasure in the way she immediately started squirming.

“What was I supposed to say?” She was playfully defensive as she returned her eyes to the itinerary.

“You could have let me kiss you,” I laughed. “I’ve done it before. In fact, I’ve put my mouth on just about every part of your body.”

“Don’t get me turned on right now. Colin should be here in ten,” she said, sitting forward on her chair and marking something with her red pen.

“He should be here now. Why is he late?”

“Whoever he was meeting at the stadium wasn’t there when he arrived, so he had to wait. He asked me to tell you, and he said he didn’t call because he didn’t want to disrupt your meeting.”

“Fair enough. Are those extras you printed?” I asked, eyeing the pile of papers across the table.

“Yes. Want one?”

“Please.”

I leaned back as Sara stood and reached across the wide surface of the table. I knew she’d peered back mid-reach – there was no way she couldn’t feel the heat of my eyes on her backside – but I didn’t look away.

“Are you peeking up my skirt, Mr. Hoult?”

“Yes,” I replied as my phone rang. “Colin,” I answered as I pulled Sara in front of me, running my hand slowly up and down her hips. “Yes, she told me McKinley wasn’t there when you got to the stadium. It’s fine,” I said as I palmed the soft material stretched over Sara’s curves.

Tilting my head, I lifted her skirt up to present myself with the view of that perfect ass of hers giving hell to a pair of skimpy lace panties. Jesus fucking Christ. They stretched thin over her round cheeks, begging to be ripped the fuck off.

“If he says he’ll be there soon, just wait it out for him, Colin. You’re already there,” I continued on the phone, looking up to catch the dirty glimmer in Sara’s eye. She had two hands on the table, her back arched and a smirk tossed over her shoulder. It spread into a wicked smile as I said, “I’ll review the itinerary with Sara for now. We’ll catch you up once you get back.”

“Wow. You are such an understanding boss,” Sara said wryly when I hung up.

“What can I say.” Sliding my phone onto the desk, I eyed the door of the conference room. It was closed, not locked, but fuck it. I wasn’t getting up at this point. “Do me a favor. Read me the time of our flight next week?”

“May I sit, or would you like me to stay like this?”

“Stay like this,” I said as I flipped her skirt completely up to free my hands. “Now what time is our flight?” I eyed the schedule from behind her as I pulled her panties down her ass and her legs.

“Six-fifteen private charter from Teterboro,” Sara replied, lifting her legs out of her panties without my instruction.

“Good girl,” I murmured, pushing her panties into my pocket. “And what time do we arrive in Biarritz?”

Sara breathed hard as I spread her ass cheeks to see how wet her pussy was for me.

“We arrive…” I heard her paper crinkle in her hands. “Oh God, what are you doing?”

“I’m admiring how wet you are.”

“I mean are you going to do more than that? Because I can’t take the teasing.”

“You can,” I assured her teasingly. “And you will. Now tell me what time our flight arrives.”

“Eight at night in Biarritz,” Sara murmured fast, writhing against the table as I massaged her ass with one hand, using the other to undo my belt. The metal sound of my buckle was enough to make her moan.

“Not so loud,” I grinned as I freed my dick from the tent it pitched, releasing my handful of Sara to reach into my pocket. I heard her whisper “thank God” after turning to confirm my teeth tearing open a condom. “Now tell me how much time we have in Biarritz before the Roths arrive.”

“You and I will be arriving the night before the Roths, so I can get acquainted with the property. Colin will be arriving the next morning, the same time that Turner, Carter and their advisors touch down. Oh God, Julian…”

Fuck, I was enjoying this too much. I wanted to hear every sexy, tortured little sound Sara could make for me.

“Julian…” She pressed her thighs together as she waited impatiently for my instruction. I loved every fucking second of it. “Please. Tell me what now.”

“Unbutton your shirt. Only enough to pull your bra down,” I said as I brought my seat directly behind her, watching her arms hastily move to free her tits. When she was finished with my request, she braced herself with her hands back on the table.

“What now?”

I smoothed my hand over the rubber stretched tight over me. “I want you to sit on my cock.”

Her thighs flexed at my command, and our eyes locked as she looked over her shoulder. I gripped the base of my dick as she positioned herself over the head. With my free hand, I cupped her ass, guiding her till she was exactly where she needed to be.

“Easy,” I murmured, watching her slick pussy stretch perfectly for me as she lowered onto my shaft. “Fuck.”

The word ground out in two syllables. She was so damned tight. Tighter than I remembered. I groaned, tipping my head back for all of two seconds before I returned my attention to my incredible view. She was on her elbows now, her ponytail swaying in front of me as she inched further down toward my base.

“God, it doesn’t stop,” she moaned, tightening my balls. “Am I close?”

“Few inches left.”

“Holy shit, I just felt you get so much harder,” she whispered.

“Keep talking dirty like that.”

“I’m not trying to.”

“That’s why I like it,” I muttered, letting out a grunt once she sat all the way down on me, her body rigid as it struggled to take my size. “Breathe.”

I circled my arms around her waist, clenching my jaw as I focused on not blowing my fucking load right away. It was impossible. She felt like heaven wrapped wet and tight around my cock, and every time I got a hold of myself, she made some breathy noise to put me right back in danger.

“God, you feel so fucking big,” she practically whimpered. Jesus fuck, she was going to make me explode.

“Take it slow.” I leaned into her back and kissed her shoulders. “Breathe for me.”

“Breathing,” she exhaled softly.

“Good girl. Sit all the way. Give me all your weight.”

Sara whimpered but did as she was told, letting her body melt against me. She leaned all the way back on my chest, rolling her head onto my shoulder and making the sexiest little sounds as she started to move her hips around me.

“Oh… that feels nice,” she started to giggle, putting a grin on my lips. “Oh God, that feels really nice.”

“Good.” I moved my hands up to her bare tits spilling out of her shirt. “Keep going.” I rocked slowly into her as she rocked steadily back against me. “Keep riding me like that. Just like that. That feels so fucking good.”

The sounds of the office faded back in my ears as we found a rhythm.

The phones ringing, the elevator chiming – every sound I heard on a daily basis got me hard as a fucking rock as Sara sat on my lap in the conference room, squeezing the edge of the table as she fucked me under her skirt. She felt incredible, her pussy gripping me, absolutely milking my cock as she bounced on it.

“Oh God, Julian. I’m going to be loud,” Sara warned.

“Be loud,” I muttered, sliding my hand up to her neck as her pussy clenched around me like a vise. A sharp moan escaped her lips. “Shit,” I grinned.

“I warned you.”

“I liked it.” I dropped my hand to rub her clit.

She cried out sharply again, arcing her body so far back I caught the base of her ponytail and pulled her lips onto mine. My balls churned as I swept my tongue through her open mouth.

“Come on my cock, Sara. I can feel your pussy tightening around me,” I growled, stroking furiously between her legs till I felt her sex pulsing rapidly around me.

I clamped a firm hand over her mouth when she came, her cries muffled against my palm as I gazed down at her full tits. They shook hard, those rosy nipples so tight they looked like candy.

The visual sent me over the edge.

“Come inside me, Julian.”

Fuck it. Maybe that did.

A low groan tore from my throat as my orgasm slammed into me. The satisfaction continued to roll through my body as Sara kept swiveling gently around me, her eyes peering over her shoulder at me as she drew every drop of my cum out the way she fucking loved to do.

Jesus Christ, this woman was something.

We kept our eyes pinned on each other as we caught our breath. I couldn’t stop staring at her if I tried, and just when I thought she couldn’t get sexier, she reached across the table to grab the badly wrinkled itinerary.

“I had a question about who would be giving the tour on day two. Is it going to be the staff there or me?” she asked, her little smile acknowledging the fact that she was still sitting on my lap, and my dick was still throbbing inside her.

“It’s going to be a bit of both, depending on how well acquainted we can get you with the resort in the time that we’re there alone,” I answered, barely able to keep a straight face.

But she kept the questions coming as my dick went soft inside her, my hands still playing gently with her tits as we reviewed the schedule. It was insanely hot, and I swore to God at that moment that I could marry this woman.

Unsurprisingly, I was ready to go again within ten minutes.