Caleb lined himself up, one of his hands guiding his cock into position. But just at her entrance he paused, his eyes darting up to her face.

Kelly was really excited—both physically and mentally. But something about the silent question in his gaze made her belly clench with a nameless emotion.

She answered what she thought she saw in his eyes. “Yes, Caleb. Please.”

Caleb let out thick breath as he slid his hard cock inside her, the substance of his erection stretching and filling the wet pliancy of her pussy.

Kelly let out a shaky breath and adjusted her thighs to accommodate his body between them. Her inner muscles were clasping him possessively, and she felt a deep, achy pressure that was almost uncomfortable.

She arched her back up off the desk, stretching her spine as she took long, slow breaths. “Caleb,” she whimpered when he didn’t move. “Caleb!”

Caleb’s breathing was raspy and uneven, and his gaze was focused on his in-box rather than on Kelly’s sprawled, naked body. His fingers dug into her thighs, but his cock was motionless inside her.

Kelly, who had forgotten she was supposed to be acting like a good girl, couldn’t hold still any longer. She squirmed her hips, trying to ease the ache at her center with the resulting friction.

Caleb grunted, an oddly ungraceful and undignified sound that Kelly, for some reason, found incredibly erotic. His face twisted briefly, and his pelvis gave a quick, choppy thrust.

Kelly tried the squirm again, this time managing to squeeze around Caleb’s cock at the same time.

He grunted again with another hard thrust.

“Yeah,” she said hoarsely, “Fuck me, Caleb. Fuck me for real.”

Her words and her continued squirming must have broken his control because, with another rough grunt, he hooked his hands around her thighs, pulling them even wider apart, and started driving into her hard and fast.

It really wasn’t all that comfortable. The desk was hard and the blotter was sticking to her perspiring skin. Kelly’s thigh muscles were stretched in an unnatural way, and her feet—still wearing the high heels—were dangling helplessly, bouncing from the motion of Caleb’s thrusts. Kelly didn’t have anything to hold on to, so her hands were fumbling along the surface of the desk until she reached up to grab her own breasts. But she felt so wild and exhilarated that the discomfort only increased her pleasure.

She was going to come again—she could already feel the climax building at her center as Caleb’s cock moved intensely inside her, hitting her in just the right way.

She kept mumbling disconnected words as her conscious mind was overwhelmed with the rising sensations.

Caleb was staring at her now, his eyes moving from her flushed face to her hands squeezing her breasts to his cock sliding slickly in and out of her body. She loved how his nostrils flared as he watched himself penetrate her. Loved how the tendons in his neck stretched as he sped up his rhythm.

Suddenly Kelly was just on the edge. Before she knew to expect it. Her back arched up instinctively as her hands flew out to clutch at the edge of the desk above her head.

Caleb made a wordless sound in his throat and grabbed her more firmly, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass now as he raised her bottom off of the desk. His rutting appeared uncontrolled and almost animalistic as he hungrily watched as she came.

She gave one last mewling sound before her body began to convulse, the wild sensations spiraling out from her center. She could feel her muscles clamping down around the penetration of his cock, and it felt so good—so full and deep—that she instinctively brought her hand down to rub her aching clit, sustaining her contractions even longer.

“Fuck!” Caleb gasped. “Oh fuck!” Her inner walls were clenching around him ruthlessly, squeezing his cock like a vise. His thrusting fell out of rhythm completely, and instead his pelvis jerked in clumsy motion as he tried to roll his hips against the pressure.

Instead he came, his tight expression breaking into a look of surprised pleasure as he choked on a word that sounded like “Kelly.” Then his cock pulsed with his release as the tension in his body shattered.

Kelly hadn’t yet caught her breath when Caleb straightened up, his expression half tender and half embarrassed. “Sorry about that,” he murmured a little diffidently. He straightened up and fastened his pants, pulling himself back together.

“Sorry about what?” she asked, genuinely confused and kind of self-conscious now, since she was completely naked, except for her shoes, in Caleb’s office in the middle of the day.

Caleb picked up her dress and handed it to her, his lips tilting up at the corner in a way that made her chest relax, despite the blazing of her cheeks. “I kind of lost the game there at the end.”

She released a breath, feeling far too fond and soft for her own good. She’d known he’d broken out of the game, and she’d understood why.

She couldn’t help but love that he was so invested in her emotionally—for real—that he couldn’t even act out a sexy scene like he used to.

“Well,” she began, pulling on her dress and starting to tie the fastenings. “I think it turned out better than what I’d planned.”

Caleb looked relieved, and he pulled her into a hug before she’d even finished tying her dress. “Good. I think so too.”

“I’ll let you finish up your work now,” she said when she finally pulled away, forcing herself to focus on what she’d come here to do. “Don’t stay too late. Okay?”

“Just another hour or so.” He kissed her hard and quick. “I promise.”

She smoothed out her dress and hair and made sure she was presentable. She went to get her bag from the floor, but she left her keys on the floor next to the couch, out of sight in this position, exactly where she’d put them.

She prayed Caleb wouldn’t see them.

She didn’t even glance in that direction as she smiled at him. “I’ll see you later, then. Thanks for making room in your schedule for me.”

He gave her a warm, intimate smile. “Anytime.”

She left, her chest and belly aching with emotion. But she closed the door behind her and made sure his assistant wasn’t at her desk. Then she hurried over and opened the top drawer, grabbing the master key, which was still where she’d seen it placed a few weeks ago.

Under normal circumstances it was probably a perfectly safe place to keep the key, since security was high in the building as a whole.

These were not normal circumstances, and she closed her hand around the key as she hurried down the hall to the elevator, her heartbeat racing as she prayed that Caleb wouldn’t find her keys and come after her.

She needed an excuse to come back up here and return this key.

When the elevator doors slid open, she hurried on, breathing a sigh of relief. She pressed the button for the basement level and hoped that the coast would be clear.

Hardly anyone was in the building right now. There were the normal security guards stationed at the entrance, but it was the weekend, so they’d seemed bored and laid back.

She didn’t think they’d be making rounds at three in the afternoon, and no one else should be down here.

She hoped.

When the doors opened, she took a cautious step out, but the lights were dimmed to only safety lighting, and there wasn’t a sound at all from the floor. She walked quickly and quietly, checking out each door that she passed.

She wasn’t sure which one would be the storage room.

There were a couple of offices down here, but they didn’t seem to be in use at the moment. Probably just spares if they ran out of space on the main floors. Then there was a maintenance room.

And then finally a room that was closed and locked, with no posted purpose.

She tried the key, and the door opened easily.