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Alexis snuggled up against Jimmy’s warm naked chest. “Do you think anyone saw us slip away?

“From the party?”

She giggled. “Yes, from the party.”

He kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer, his bed-warm scent wrapping around her the way the duvet was around her stocking-clad legs.

“Office parties are usually the worst,” he said. “Especially when in a local hotel, but last night, that was the best damn party I’ve ever been to.”

“Was it the cheap wine and sausage rolls?” she asked.

He chuckled and trailed his fingertips over her bare shoulder. “It was dessert I enjoyed the most.”

“Dessert? I can’t remember what that was?”

He pulled her closer and tipped her face up to his. “You were dessert.”

She smiled and accepted his lingering kiss.

“I’ve been crazy about you for as long as I can remember,” he murmured onto her lips. “Seeing you every day, in those tight little skirts, those sexy trousers that hug your arse… it’s been driving me insane.” He stroked her hair. “You have no idea how much I’ve longed to touch you. I’ve dreamed of holding you like this, imagined the scent of your hair and the softness of your skin.”

“Well, you have me now.” She circled her fingertip around his small dark nipple.

“It wasn’t just a one-night stand?”

She saw the vulnerability in his eyes. “No. Not for me, it wasn’t.”

“Not for me either. And for the record I couldn’t care less if anyone saw us leaving together. I’m proud to be seen with you, Alexis, to be with you… you’re amazing.”

Alexis’ heart melted a little more for him. Jimmy had been her office crush for so long. Each morning she’d fussed over her outfits with him on her mind. Spent good money on perfume and make-up and in the hope of something happening in the stationary cupboard. She’d also splashed cash on some seriously fancy underwear. It was delicate floral lace in baby blue and white—a bra, knickers and suspender set.

“You want some breakfast?” he asked.

“Yes, but I don’t want to get up.” She didn’t want the night to end even though the morning sun would soon be floodingthe room.

“So let’s have breakfast in bed.” He reached for the phone. “Shall I order us a couple of coffees and some pastries.”

“Food and sex… um you know me so well.”

“I know you bring a latte and a croissant into the office every morning.”

“You’ve been watching me.” She tipped her head at him.

“You know damn well I have been watching you.”

Jimmy ordered, then paused to re-light the candles on the bedside table. “See, this night doesn’t have to end.”

“That makes me very happy.”

“I could make you happier.” He gave her a wickedly sexy grin and set about kissing her, his hands roaming into the dips and curves of her body.

She explored his body too. Wide strong shoulders that until recently she’d only ever seen covered in a pristine white shirt, a slender waist and best of all a high taut butt that felt as good as it looked in his suit trousers.

Knock. Knock.

Alexis slipped from his hold. “Breakfast is here.”

She opened the door, stuck her arm out, and took the coffee and box of croissants. “Thank you.”

Turning back to the room, delicious anticipation gripped her. The previous night had been intense, an explosion of pent-up lust and desire that had seared through their bodies as they’d ripped at each other’s clothes and he’d taken her fast and hard. They’d fucked again, twice more, before showering and falling into an exhausted sleep. It was as if they’d had to get it out of their system, the hours, days, weeks and months of wanting each other. Watching from a distance, dreaming and fantasising.

It had been the best night of her life.

And now she wanted it slow and seductive, which is why she’d put on the expensive lingerie again, it was too nice not to be admired.

“Come here,” he said, “I’m missing you already.”

Alexis giggled, enjoying their new easy way to be together, climbed onto the bed and took a coffee.

Jimmy wore tight white boxers, and as he undid the bow on the box of pastries, she admired the long, thick wedge of flesh beneath them.

He was hard again and ready to go.

A small quiver attacked her pussy, and she remembered him tipping her over and taking her from behind, bringing them both to a wild orgasm that had her screaming his name and the neighbour banging on the adjoining wall.

Tearing her eyes away from his cock she accepted a chocolate-sprinkled croissant. “This looks nice.”

He pushed the hair from her face as she closed her eyes and bit into the soft, sweet delight.

“Is that good?” he murmured.

“Mmm, it’s gorgeous.”

He kissed her cheek. “You gonna give me a bit?”

“A little bit.”

He laughed and took a chunk of the chocolate topping. “Yeah, it is nice. Sweet, like you.”

She laughed, loving his easy relaxed state. He was erect and ready for fucking but he was in no rush. It was very different to the night before. Not that she was complaining. “There’s chocolate all over you.” With the tip of her finger she caught a flake sitting just above his navel. “Messy boy.”

“Do we ever have to leave this room?” he said, his eyes glinting with the lust she’d seen in them when they’d been in the lift, practically running away from the party.

“Not if I have my way. I could stay here all day, tomorrow too.” She gave a small shrug.

“We could always rebook the room, it’s Saturday after all. Would give us the entire weekend.”

“I like the way your mind works.”

He grinned, took the coffee from her hand, and set it aside.

As he stretched, she took the opportunity to set her palm over his cock. It was warm and solid as it pressed against the material of his boxers. Her heart did a little trip of excitement. It was time to get up close and personal again.

“Oh yeah?” he said, turning back to her and wrapping her in his arms. “That’s what you want?”

“Yes.” She giggled. “Don’t you?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He kissed her, his tongue searching for hers, then stroking against it.

She tasted chocolate and coffee and Jimmy’s unique delicious flavour. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of him either.

“We’ve got hours,” he whispered, his embrace possessive and firm. “And I intend to enjoy every moment of it.”

“You do?”

“Hell yeah.”

She flicked her hair over her shoulder and straddled him, setting her pussy over his cock and grinding with just their underwear between them. Her clit trembled, and her breath hitched.

“Oh yeah…” he murmured, sliding his hand to her arse cheeks. “That’s bringing back memories.”

“Good memories?”

“The best.” His kisses spread to her neck as he cupped her breasts over her bra.

Impatience gripped Alexis for a moment, but then she willed restraint. Jimmy was right, and there was no rush. They should linger and savour each other. Oh, but his cock, right there, beneath her, it was so tempting, so damn hard. All she needed to do was release it and shove at her knickers, and she could ride him like a cowgirl.

“Hey,” he said, as though guessing her thoughts. “Slow. Like this.” He took control, urging her backwards until she was lying flat. He gripped her hips, pulled her beneath him and then kissed her again.

She giggled and pulled up her knees to hug his hips. He ground against her, teasing her, making her want him more than she ever thought was possible.

“Fuck me.”

“Not yet.”

“But…”

“Your pussy is gonna be my breakfast,” he said in a wonderfully deep sexy voice. “And I’m hungry.”

And then he was drifting downward, his lips trailing over her flesh. He pulled at her bra, exposing her breasts and hard nipples and then went lower until his face was between her legs.

“Oh yes… please, please.” She pushed at her knickers.

He helped them on their way and then positioned himself. “This is better than croissant, this is what I wanted.”

Without waiting for her to reply, he nuzzled his face into her wet folds, his nose pressing into her tiny triangle of pubic hair.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, arching her spine and pressing her head onto the bed. “That’s good. Just there.”

He set to work, busily rotating her clit and stroking around her entrance.

Alexis trembled and let out a stuttering groan. She wound her fingers into his hair and tugged at the roots.

He was so damn good at giving oral and clearly enjoying himself.

Soon the pressure was mounting. The need to come was growing. She luxuriated in the build-up. But just as it was getting almost too much to contain, he rose up over her.

“You taste so good,” he said, feeding her own flavour onto her lips. “Perfect.”

“I want your cock,”

“It’s here for you.” He released it. Thick and long and with twisting veins. He angled it at her wet pussy and pushed in.

She gasped at the stretching and then let out a groan as he set up the perfect rhythm, massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples at the same time.

“Jimmy, oh yes, more.”

He gave it, pumping in and out of her, his body grinding on her clit.

“Oh, oh, oh…”

“Take what you need.” He nipped her earlobe. “Take all of it.”

Her orgasm was so close. She was going to come. Climax always arrived swiftly after oral. She was so stimulated, so wet for it. And Jimmy was getting it just right, hitting the spot every time.

He ducked to suckle her nipples. The sensation went straight to her clit. She could contain it no longer and let out a wail as bliss burst from her clit and her pussy spasmed.

“Ah fuck yeah, like that,” he grunted. “Baby.”

She was shaking in his arms, her toes curled and her breaths were hard to catch. Had she ever come with such potency, such exquisite ecstasy? She didn’t think so. She and Jimmy were meant to be. They were made for each other. Their naked, warm bodies were poetry in motion.

He held her tight, his fingers in her hair, his embrace sure and firm. She could fall apart and he’d catch her, she knew that.

Still she ground onto his hard cock. He hadn’t come yet, and she hoped when he did, she’d join him again.

“That was… so good…” she gasped.

“Tell me about it.” He smiled at her, adoration in the depths of his blue eyes.

“How do you want to come?” she asked before kissing him deeply. Her heart was still pounding, and her pulse was loud in her ears.

After a few moments, he pulled away. “I want to see your pretty arse.”

“You do?”

“Hell yeah? Finally, I get to see it naked. I’m never going to get bored of that.”

She giggled and slipped from his warmth, getting onto her hands and knees and presenting him with her behind. Giving a little wiggle she felt so wanton and needy, but she didn’t care. Right now, she was his. He could do what he wanted with her. She trusted him entirely.

“Give me strength,” he muttered, palming her arse cheeks. “You are so fucking perfect.”

Alexis didn’t have a chance to answer because he was kissing her buttocks, licking and caressing. Oh, and then he swiped his tongue upward, over the tight pucker of her arsehole.

She gasped, the sensation illicit and dark but also erotic.

He chuckled and slid up to kiss the back of her neck. “You’re a hot little thing, you know that.”

“Jimmy,” she gasped.

His cock was at her entrance. He straightened and gripped her hips and then slid in on a long, wet ride to full depth.

She closed her eyes and groaned. He felt so good, dense and heavy and he filled her with everything she needed.

“I’m still not rushing,” he said, slowly pulling almost out and then riding back in. “You’re too gorgeous not to enjoy to the max.”

“Oh…” she moaned softly and rocked with his movements.

He gripped her suspender belt, keeping her where he wanted her. His cock was so hard she didn’t know how he was holding off.

Her pussy quivered, he was hitting her G-spot with each glide by of his cock. So damn good.

“Baby.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up so her back was against his chest.

“Oh God,” she gasped. This new angle was insane, the tip of his cock pushing at her G-spot as he drove in. “That’s…”

“Fucking hot.” He licked her ear, his breaths a storm of excitement. “And you’re taking it all, all of me.”

“Yes. Yes.”

His hands were on her breasts. She was going to come again. It was sensation overload, and her G-spot was taking the brunt of it.

“Jimmy… oh… don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He upped the pace, held her tighter and a gloriously powerful orgasm ravaged her. Bright lights flashed in her vision, and her heart thudded against her sternum.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “You’re wild.”

Her orgasm had barely subsided, and he tipped her forward to her hands and knees and began fucking her slowly again. This extended her climax and she fisted the sheets as a tremble went up her spine.

“I’ve imagined doing this to you over the boardroom table,” he said breathlessly. “So many times.”

“Oh God, yes, you should. You should do that.”

“We’ll stay late one night. I’ll fuck you, like this.”

“Fuck… yes.”

He grunted and upped the pace.

“And the stationery cupboard? You going to fuck me there too, Jimmy?”

“First chance I get.”

She pulled away.

“Hey.”

“I want to taste you,” she said, shoving at his chest. “Lie down.”

He did as instructed, and she positioned herself between his legs. Taking his cock in her hand she looked up at him. He was so handsome, she was a lucky girl. And his cock, it was perfect.

His features had a slack quality as she licked his glans, then took him between her lips. He moaned. She took him deeper until he hit the back of her throat.

“Oh God, Alexis. I’m going to…”

She pulled up—she wanted him to come inside her, with her, not like this.

He reached for her, swiftly, urgently, pulling her to him.

She straddled his cock and sat down on it, impatient now to be filled, to feel him orgasm.

Her pussy was slick with her arousal, and her skin tingled.

He wrapped her in his arms, holding her as though he’d never let her go and kissed her in a way that made her believe she was his everything.

“Come,” she said onto his lips. “It’s time.”

He didn’t answer, but his flushed cheeks and glazed eyes told her just how close he was.

She gyrated her hips and gave him all of her best moves. Within seconds he was panting. The root of his cock so hard it stretched her entrance.

“I’m coming,” he gasped. “Fuck I’m coming.”

He blasted his climax into her. Flesh slapped against flesh.

Another, sweet, small orgasm shook her as he released inside of her. The long, ecstatic moan that tore from his throat etched into her memory.

It was her turn to hold him as he shook and trembled. He was lost to bliss. His kisses were distracted, and his body was as hard as granite.

He grasped her arse cheeks, gripping them, it was as if he couldn’t get close enough, touch enough of her at once. Get deep enough.

Another long stuttering groan left him, and then he relaxed, as though the orgasm had drained his energy entirely.

“You okay?” she asked, stroking his hair back from his damp brow.

“Never fucking better.” He grinned up at her; a suddenly lazy, languid grin that told her just how satisfied he was.

“We’re good together.”

“I never doubted we would be.” He slid his fingertips up her spine and filled his hand with her hair. “Please say this is it.”

“What do you mean?”

“That there’s an us now. We’re not single any more.”

She raised her eyebrows. “That’s fast?”

“Alexis, I’ve wanted you for so long, longer than I can even remember, how is that fast?”

“But it was only last night, after a few wines that you told me.”

“I’m a shy guy?”

She huffed. “The way you ripped my dress off, before the hotel room door had even shut, that’s not shy.”

“I’d been pushed to my limit, everyone has a break point.”

She giggled. “Okay, I get it.” For a moment, she thought about what he’d said. Was she ready to say she had a boyfriend after being single for so long? Was she ready for commitment?”

“I’m not asking you to marry me,” he said with a tentative grin. “I just want to be with you, whenever and wherever possible. I want to spend rainy Sundays curled up watching movies with you and plan weekends away, and bring you coffee and croissants at your desk when you were in too much of a rush to stop off at the cafe for them.”

“I would never have taken you for a romantic, Jimmy. That all sounds lovely.”

“So don’t tell anyone, I only want to be romantic with you.” He lifted his head and kissed her. “It’s only ever been you.”

Alexis melted against him. Happiness filled her. A beautiful warmth wrapped around her. Embraced in Jimmy’s arms it was as if the rest of the world had faded away.

Eventually, he broke the kiss. “So what do you think?”

“About what?”

“About us?”

She smiled. “I think there most definitely should be an us, and I think we should shout it from the rooftops. I also think…”

“What?” He frowned.

“That we should finish those croissants.”

The End