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“Jack?”
“I’m here,” I reply. “Had an idea—had to find somewhere quiet. Give me a second.”
“So I can come in, yeah?”
Dakota walks to the corner of the room, kneels, and crawls behind some filing cabinets.
I swallow, feeling sick. What the fuck is wrong with me? I had to have known somebody might want access to this room. Now, she’s hiding like we’ve done something wrong, like she should be ashamed, when she gave me the best sex of my life. No competition.
I pull up my pants.
“Why wouldn’t you be able to come in?” I snarl.
CHAPTER 15
DAKOTA
Okay, I’ll admit it. This has put cold water on the whole episode.
Hotdoesn’t even come close to explaining what just happened. When his hands and mouth were on me, that was heaven, fire touching my clit and my lips and my core. I thought it couldn’t get better, or that nerves might ruin it. But when I felt his cock filling me up, swelling inside… and saw his face, animalistic, fixed on me, obsessed, I forgot about all the complications.
Now, I feel used, pathetic, and ashamed.
The door creaks. A man says, “What are you doing in here?”
Jack replies angrily. “I told you, Pete, I had an idea. Needed somewhere quiet. Do I need to write you a goddamn report about it?”
“Easy, man,” Pete replies. “I was just asking. People are asking after you. We’ve got palms to grease, remember, if we want back-door access to the latest graphics cards before they’re released.”
That’s smart. That gives them an edge when planning new releases and expansions. I just wish I wasn’t having this observation with my mouth still wet from his cock, my pussy aching and dripping his come into my underwear, while kneeling like an ignored dog on the floor.
“After you,” Jack grunts.
They both leave, the door closing behind them. I count to twenty-five, then stand, feeling his release drip down my leg. When I leave the room, luckily, no one’s in the corridor.
I rush to the bathroom and clean up, wash my hands, and look at myself in the mirror. I feel high, almost, like I’m floating on cloud nine. But also used and a little gross. How can both be true at the same time?
A text arrives as I leave the bathroom.
Jack: I’m so sorry, beautiful. I can’t believe I had to leave you like that. Just know, that I KNOW you deserve more. So much more.
Dakota: Don’t worry about it.
I type, but I don’t send the message.
How can I tell him not to worry when I feel like I might burst into tears any second? I feel humiliated, and also… angry atmyself. I knew what this was when I came here. It turned me on, I’ve got to admit, the secret looks, the secret texts. It got me so hot and I didn’t even stop to think about what would come after.
He texts when I don’t respond.
Jack: Where are you, Dakota?
I walk to the entrance of the main hall, hesitating. I can still feel his heat between my legs, his phantom presence filling me up, the fire in his manhood, and his hot mouth on my breasts and sex.
Dakota: I’m going to go home. I’ve had a crazy night. The sex was great. But I need to think.
Jack: Think about what?
I decide not to reply until I’m safely out of here. I feel dirty as I leave, thighs sticky, head full of what we just did. I wish I could just focus on him on top of me, every inch of him aimed at me with complete captivation. Not what came after kneeling on the floor, dirt and dust coating my hands.
