“You know you really are needy today,” I say to Roan as I shift so I can hold my phone between my ear and shoulder.

“Who me?” he responds with a crackle in his voice that makes me weak in the knees.

“Yes. It’s like you miss me or something.”

“I do. How was it? He try to hit on you?”

“No, Roan, he actually brought his boyfriend to lunch.”

“Really?” His voice is full of incredulity, which pulls a small smile to my lips. He really can’t believe that I have a friend, who is also a man, and that friend has zero interest in me.

“Yeah, why do you say it like that?”

“I’m just wondering if it’s really his boyfriend or just a play to get into your panties. Maybe they both want in?”

“Oh my God, Roan, you need to stop it, he’s harmless.”

“Maybe to you, but he’s been with you like I have and . . . it fuckin’ makes me sick.”

“All right, can we just drop the whole Tobias thing? Plus, you’ll be happy to know he’s going on another mission.”

“A little,” He huffs. “Okay. I’m sorry, I won’t bring it up again.”

“Good. Now, what’s the plan for tonight?” We’ve been sneaking around because his girls still don’t know, so I never know what we will end up doing. From phone sex to real sex, I’m down for anything.

“What do you want the plan to be?”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Like what?” His voice drops and takes on a grave tone.

“I’m in public and . . .”

“Am I turning you on, baby?”

“Maybe.”

“God, I could bend you over this desk right now and fuck you so hard.”

“I gotta go,” I tell him, walking back into my office. My cheeks are a shade of red that I don’t think they’ve ever been.

“Bye, baby.”

I rush to the safe confines of my office, and I hear Jasmine our receptionist call out for me, but I don’t stop until I the have the door closed soundly behind me. With my back resting against it, I try to calm my heart from slamming inside me.

My eyes are closed, and Roan’s deep, familiar voice startles me. “That was fast,” he says with that same crackle from before. My eyes fly open, taking in the entire room.

Holy fuck, he’s here.

That’s why Jasmine was yelling for me.

He’s in a gray suit, white shirt, and no tie. His hair is a mess as if he’s been running his fingers through it all day. I drag my eyes down his body to find his very apparent and hard cock straining the fabric of his dress pants. His hand is over it, and I’m thankful the windows are frosted so no one can see in.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper.

“What does it look like?” he asks and stands, his large frame towering over me.

“No,” I whisper. There is desire in his eyes as he reaches past me and flicks the lock on the door.

“Don’t tell me no.” There is no stopping him. He gently kisses my neck and whispers, “Tell me yes.”

“No,” I tell him again. He’s out of his mind. We can’t do this here, but he rebuts it again. His lips have my heart racing.

“What if—” I try to ask, but he cuts me off and grips my hips tightly in his firm hold, kissing my wildly, grinding into me. I try to stay quiet, but each thrust of his hips grinding into me has me spinning higher, faster.

He unbuttons my shirt and yanks one of my breasts out, devouring it. Finally, I give in, knowing there is no stopping this. My hand grips the back of his hair as he moves between my breasts, nipping and sucking. Each point he touches blazes with fire. When I’m about to explode, he drops to his knees.

He hikes my skirt up and licks the tops of my thigh high stockings, groaning as he works. My breathing is crazy fast, and as he pushes my panties to the side, I press my head into the door, holding my breath as his tongue slips between my folds.

He sucks and licks my clit, causing pleasure to race through me. He takes one of his hands and guides it up my body until he’s at my mouth. All the while he’s still torturing my pussy.

I bite down on his finger and wrap a leg over his shoulder. Fuck, I’m so hot right now. I suck on it as he quickly pulls my orgasm out of me. The second I come, my body rattles. I fight to stay quiet, and thankfully Roan ads a second finger to my mouth, causing me not to make a noise.

I give myself over to the pleasure, enjoying it like a never-ending wave. My body coils tightly before exploding from the inside out. It’s always the quiet orgasms that are the best.

Roan takes his time to ensure I bask in the hedonism to the fullest. Once I’m completely done, he pulls back, stands, and drops his pants. The moment his cock is free, I can’t take my eyes off it. Cum beads at the tip, begging me to drop to my knees and taste it.

Oh my God!

“On the desk,” he orders me sternly. But I don’t move quickly enough for him, so he moves me himself, bending me over flat on the surface. My skirt is still pushed up, so I wait, panting and causing the papers under my cheek to flutter with each exhale.

He spreads me wide, and I ask, “Are you sure the door is locked?”

“Mm-hmm.” And like that, he’s filling me. A few swift pumps and he is nuzzled balls deep. I whine, gripping the edge of the cherry wood as I push back against him.

Roan starts to move, holding my body so fiercely as he fucks me hard and fast enough that his balls slap my clit. The noise makes me worry others may hear, but he’s hitting me just where I need it, so there’s not a thing I can do to stop him.

Roan lets go of my body, and for a moment, I think he’s gonna take things slow. But boy am I wrong. He places both his hands next to me on the desk, caging me in, pushing harder, and pounding deeper. He is blissfully relentless.

“You drive me crazy,” he groans in a deep tone that sends pulsing vibrations through my core. I’m just as crazy, just as turned on and just as hot as he is. Another orgasm is close, and as I feel the beginning of it, he asks me, “Do you want my cum?”

I nod and tense, allowing the pleasure to rock me to the core. As I let go, so does he. My body is so tuned into what we are doing that I feel each pump of his white, filling me. His hands change to fists, and I wish I could see his face. Then he leans down, his chest to my back and our faces cheek to cheek while his cock still twitches inside me.

“Thank you for that,” he says.

“Thank you,” I tell him, not sure where it came from but positive that it has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever done.