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between her wet lips and eased inside her pussy. She stepped her legs apart to take them all the way, gasping and swearing when he started to fuck her with them. She could hear her wetness against those fingers, and grabbed his prick harder now, wanking it fast enough to feel his balls bouncing against her hand, pressing her tits into his firm chest, and rocking her hips against his deep, probing touch.
    It surprised her when she came first, so hard and so out of nowhere. She had to wrap an arm around him to stop her legs falling out beneath her, and he grabbed her ass with one masculine hand to support her weight. She bit his chest and tensed against the wave of pleasure, as his fingers curled and found a spot that made her eyes roll back in her head.
    All the while, she worked his cock in her fist, feeling it getting bigger and harder, feeling it swell and engorge. He was so close now, and his fingers were about to make her come again.
    When his teeth sank into the base of her neck, she let go, even louder and with more abandon now, just as his cock twitched in her fist, jerking hot ropes of his spunk over her hand and wrist.
    She fell back onto her chair, her chest heaving, gasping for air, coming down from an intense orgasm that was leaving her light headed. She looked to see him steadying himself against the desk, his own chest rasping for oxygen, his red swollen prick with its tip glistening with come.
    Eve looked at his cream on her hand, and bought it to her mouth, licking at eagerly, tasting him on her skin.
    “Wow,” he gasped, and she had to agree with him.
    They gathered themselves for many a minute, and finally looked one another in the eye. She wanted him again so badly, wanted to get to her feet and jump into his arms, wanted to push her pussy down his length and fuck him there and then; but she knew she couldn’t.
    “We can’t do this,” she said, so softly she wasn’t sure she had spoken.
    “I know,” he said, with as much regret in his voice as she herself felt.
    He pulled his pants back on and did them up, scooping up is vest and jacket in one hand, before looking her deep in the eye.
    “Same time tomorrow?” he asked with a lust in his voice that made her clit quiver.
    “Yep,” was all she could manage to say, and she listened to him leave.
    The moment the elevator doors pinged shut, she tossed her head back against the chair.
    “Fuck me,” she gasped out loud.
    She knew it was going to be impossible to keep her hands off of him tomorrow, or any other day for that matter.
    Not good.
    Not good at all.

Four
    Brandon stared at the plate of food in front of him, his fork hovering in his hand, even though he had no desire to eat any of it. The eggs looked good, the bacon smelled good, and the sausages were tempting. But his mind was elsewhere.
    The cacophony of the diner sounded like a faded hum in his ears, and the presence of three well-built detectives each too big for his seat in the booth was but a shadow in his mind.
    Instead, he was still back in the IA offices, lost in the memory of the early morning start, flashing back to the sultry liaison the night before. He could still feel her hand on his prick, still smell her scent on his skin, and still taste her on his lips. He couldn’t shake the feeling of his fingers pushing inside of her, the way her pussy took him, the heat and wetness of her, all for him, in that intense moment of sexual need.
    And this morning was even more intense; so much sexual tension as she helped him tape on the microphone. The way her finger brushed his skin, an electric touch that made his nipples hard and his cock even harder. The way she kept looking from his eyes to his lips to his crotch, the way her nipples poked so violently through her silk blouse, the way he knew she was so wet for him.
    He remembered fondly the moment the back of his hand had brushed across her left breast, how big and swollen her nipple had felt, and the moment when he had touched her