“Shh,” he said and she nodded eagerly.
Britt was astonished to find that she reveled in the feeling of restraint, of being unable to make any sound she chose. It seemed to heighten every sense, to enliven every inch of her flesh to his touch. Each brush of his calloused fingertips trailed shudders of anticipation through her limbs. He slid down the zipper of her dress and pushed the straps down her arms, pulling the dress free of her long legs. She kicked her bare feet in sheer delight at the fun of sneaking around with him. He stepped between her legs as she leaned back on her elbows, waiting for him to join her.
Jack touched her neck, cupped her breasts in his hands and stroked them gently until she was twisting and writhing with need. Britt trapped him with her legs, wrapping them insistently around his hips. As his hands trailed down her bare stomach, she sat up with a shiver and unzipped his pants, freeing him. He was already hard for her, already rigid with need and desire. He took her hand just before she could touch him and guided her fingers to his back pocket where she found a foil wrapped condom in his wallet. Ripping it open, she rolled it onto the length of him with a sly smile. She nodded and reached up for him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Remember, you have to be quiet,” he whispered seductively.
Britt bit down on his lower lip.
“So do you,” she teased mischievously.
He gave a low growl and gripped her hips. With one single powerful thrust, he was within her, stroking in and out, piercing her with his hardness. She wanted to moan in rhythm with his thrusts as they rocked her so hard she had to hold on to his shoulders just to keep steady. Knowing she had to remain silent, to accept everything he did to her without making a single sound was incredibly erotic. She practically purred with the excitement of it. As he thrust in and out of her, his fingers quested between them, rubbing her until she squeaked and bit down on his lip, coming hard in waves, shuddering against him.
Jack pumped into her, lengthening her shattering orgasm to the point that she started to make a high keening sound involuntarily. He covered her mouth with his hand and it turned her on even more. She bucked her hips wildly against him, grunting a little as the last of her explosive climax peaked and ebbed. She lay back across the desk, spent, but he hammered away, his lean hips between her thighs, his cock within her, pulsing and pounding his way to oblivion. With a hoarse cry that she stifled with her own palm, Jack came and came, finally collapsing onto her, pressing her down onto the oversized desk, his hard body filmed with the sweat of exertion.
“Oh, Britt, I’m so glad you’re here,” he gasped.
Breathing hard, they held on to one another tightly for a few minutes before clambering to their feet and rearranging their clothing. He zipped her sundress back up for her and dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. She leaned back into his arms and shut her eyes, completely happy to be exactly where she was at that moment. Then she ducked into the bathroom and straightened her hair, wiped the smudges from beneath her eyes.
When she came back in, he kissed her. She still saw fireworks every time they kissed. The way he held her, Jack made her feel so wanted and needed.
Just as the office door opened, Jack broke the kiss.
Almost busted! Britt thought. She was pretty sure they pulled away just in time.
“Britt,” Amy said, pushing up her glasses. “I didn’t know you were working late too.”
Britt looked at Jack and smirked. “Yeah, Jack’s been keeping me pretty busy.”
“What can I say?” Jack said. “I’m a slave driver.”
“Yeah, he just keeps going and going and going.”
“Like the Energizer bunny?”
“Exactly,” Britt said. “The man is amazing.”
“He works way too hard,” Amy said.
Britt fanned herself. “Tell me about it.”
She glanced down at the wine glasses.
“We’re celebrating,” Jack said. “I got the contract from the Sharpario company.”
“That is great news!” she said. “I’m surprised you didn’t break out the champagne. We’ve been trying to land them for a year.”
“Come join us in a toast,” he said, pulling her over. “I was just about to invite the others. Bring everyone in and let’s celebrate!”
“There all getting ready to leave, sir.”
“You can celebrate with us,” Jack said. He went to pour Amy a glass of wine when she held up her hand. “Uh, no, I don’t drink.”
“Well, Jack, I better let you get back to work,” Britt said. “Congrats on the new contract.”
“Thank you. And I can’t believe neither one of you ladies want to celebrate with me.”
“I’m heading out so I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”