Georgia’s POV
"Baby, you have no idea what your moans do to ," Nick murmured, his voice rough and low, brushing against my inner thigh like a promise.
My eyes fluttered open just long enough to et his gaze—dark, hungry, and burning with sothing that made my pulse stutter. Before I could catch my breath, he drew closer. He stood up and pressed his body between my legs with a force that stole every thought from my head.
I felt him push his hard cock inside , and that only made close my eyes again as I arched my back in intense pleasure as I felt every inch of him stretching slowly and steadily.
"Oh my God, baby, you’re so hard inside ..." I gasped, clutching the edge of the table as the pleasure hit, deep and relentless. My whole body trembled at the sheer intensity of it—how he moved, how he looked at , how every second felt like it might undo completely.
He kept pushing inside until he reached the very deep end of my soul.
His breath ca out harsh, uneven. "You have no idea," he growled softly, "how good you fucking feel right now."
He moved again, asured but firm, drawing another helpless sound from . My mind went blank, my body reacting to every rhythm, every shift of pressure, every teasing pause that kept teetering between madness and bliss.
"Ahh... Babe... So good... Nick..." I whispered his na like a secret, my voice breaking as my head fell back. Every thought dissolved into sensation.
I had imagined sothing like this before. Lately, I don’t know what is happening to , but I easily get aroused whenever Nick crosses my mind.
Sowhere in the haze, my fantasy and reality blurred. I had imagined how it would feel to lose myself to him like this, here, in the office, when everyone else was gone. And tonight, he was making that forbidden dream real, every heartbeat of it.
"Don’t hold back, babe," Nick murmured. "It’s about to get even better. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you will scream."
The way he said it wasn’t casual. It was a promise. A challenge. A beautiful, dangerous threat that sent a shiver racing down my spine.
I braced myself, fingers gripping the edge of the table, because I knew what was coming. Nick wasn’t the kind of man who said things he didn’t an, not in the office, not in life, and definitely not here, when it was just us.
His hands slid around my waist, rough palms firm against my skin, guiding , grounding . The mont he moved, I forgot how to breathe. The world blurred into sound our ragged breaths, the quiet creak of wood, the sharp rhythm that filled the room like a pulse.
He set the pace, deep and relentless, every motion covered with intensity and purpose, the purpose of making lose my mind. It wasn’t just about control; it was about connection.
"Oh my God, Nick! I’m so close! Fuckkk... Ahh!" My voice broke into a whisper, trembling between pleasure and disbelief. "You’re—"
He cut off with a soft, dangerous laugh, his lips grazing the side of my neck. "Don’t talk. Just feel it. Touch yourself, baby, let see it."
And I did. God, I did. My hand obeyed, and I rubbed my clit just like how he would do it to .
And oh my God! I saw stars...
I could feel my heartbeat syncing with his. Every breath he took drew closer to the edge, a place I didn’t want to escape from. My body trembled, heat building in every corner of , the world narrowing to the sound of his voice and the way he said my na like it was both a curse and a prayer.
"Let go, baby," he rasped, his forehead pressing against mine. "Don’t fight it. Just let have you."
That did it. My body gave in to the rush that had been building, wave after wave of pure sensation that shattered every thought in my mind.
My walls clamped his cock as it beat hard in a steady manner. My vision went white as the pressure inside exploded. I felt him release his seeds too, as he spurt them so strongly inside , I felt them hit my already pulsing walls, which only intensified my orgasm.
I clung to him, nails digging into his arms that were holding my waist as the world went quiet. Only our heartbeats remained, fast and wild, tangled together in that single breathless mont.
When it finally faded, we were both panting, trembling, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks. Nick’s chest rose and fell as he looked at . His hands were now on the table, supporting his weight while watching go back to reality.
He pulled back slightly, just enough for our eyes to et — his gaze soft now, the sharpness replaced with sothing tender, intimate. Then that familiar smirk curved his lips as he reached for the tissue box on the table and handed it to .
"Now," he said, his tone playfully rough, "you can use it."
I laughed softly, still breathless, still dizzy from what just happened. The way he looked at , it wasn’t just hunger anymore. It was sothing deeper, a connection so strong between us that no one can ever break.
Nick helped up, his hands steadying as the edge of the table pressed against the back of my thighs. My legs felt like jelly—trembling, weak, completely unwilling to cooperate. When I tried to stand on my own, my knees buckled, and I would’ve crumpled straight to the floor if he hadn’t caught in ti.
He pulled against him with a quiet laugh, his arm firm around my waist. "Easy there," he murmured, amusent threading through his voice. "I didn’t an to ruin your balance completely."
I shot him a playful glare, but I was too breathless to say anything clever back. My body was still buzzing—the aftershocks of everything that had just happened rippling through in waves.
When I finally found my footing again, he eased down into the chair nearby. "Sit," he said softly. "Before you end up on the floor again."
I laughed, shaking my head as I tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"
"Watching you try to walk after what we just did?" He grinned—that wicked, smug kind of grin that always made blush. "A little bit."
I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my lips betrayed with a small smile. He knelt in front of for a mont, his fingers brushing the hem of my blouse as he started fixing it with surprising gentleness, like he was grounding both of us back to reality.
"Let’s go to my office so I can change," he said after a mont, standing up and fixing his own clothes.
"But first..." He bent closer, lowering his voice to a whisper that brushed against my ear. "Let’s fix your clothes. There are CCTVs in the hallway."
He buttoned my blouse, tugged down my skirt just enough, and brushed a wrinkle from my collar. When he was satisfied, he tilted his head and smiled. "There," he said. "Perfect. Though if it were up to , I’d ss you up again the mont those caras turned off."
When he took my hand to help up again, my knees just wouldn’t cooperate. So, instead, he carried up, making yelp and chuckle.
"I can walk; the people watching the CCTVs would see us," I said.
"That’s fine. Nothing wrong with carrying my bride like this. So you can stop pretending that you can walk, because I know you can’t," Nick said with a smirk, and I could only laugh at how right he was.
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