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He’s literally bea when I tell him

For a split second, I think he’s laughing at me Like all this really has been some kind of setup, but despite whatever I think about the

Pearce is deadly serious when he tells me it’s just me and him now

Soht I’d hear from anyone’s lips, let alone a real man like Pearce Not ever in my whole life

That he only wants me and wants me to only ever want him To have each other

“Us,” hewith him, but that I fully understand

I’m his He’s mine Got it

I’o of this one Not in a million years

I feel a welcoain pussy

His hand is like nal to all my most potent pleasure centers

Propping , and even the world outside all threaten to come back into immediate focus

Noting my e erection pressing a giddying heat into rip it by nothing but instinct

There’s a ring from one of the phones on his desk, then another

Ignoring it all, he focuses on watching my face and thenhis head fall back a little as he lets out a low moan of pleasure

The phone rings Stops and then starts again, but I’m lost in the man already Not just his cock, but his whole body

Every slight movement from him sees a new muscle contract or expand, and with the perfect tan and what I swear must be like zero body fat, it’s hard not to run my hands all over him Every inch of him

But the world I thought we’d escaped just now co, literally

Joining the chorus of ringing phones, there’s a tapping knock before it accelerates into a pounding thud on Pearce’s office door

Thethe moment, but not Pearce’s arousal or enthusiasm

“They aren’t gonna go away, are they?” I ask, not even hiding my disappointment

Pearce takes my hand, collects the thick river of clear precome from his smooth head before he presses it tospace between s

I purr like a kitten, but hee of the desk

“You’re right They won’t go away, even if I tell the in to kiss me