Free Fling in Paris by Mia Loveless Page B

Roberto’s office. He was on the phone when Monique showed her in, but he smiled and waved for her to have a seat. He finished the phone call, then told Monique to hold all calls until he had finished the meeting.
    "How is the training going?" he asked, devoting his full attention to her.
    Ah, so this really was going to be about work. "It went much better today,” Sherry said, smiling. “I might actually have them trained in less than four months."
    "Really?” Roberto frowned. “That’s bad news."
    Sherry scowled. “What do you mean? It’s great news. The company will do much better once the employees have finished their training.”
    "I was talking about us." Roberto stood up, and walked around his desk to crouch down next to her. “Once you’re done with the training you’ll have to leave, and that just won’t do.”
    "What you are doing?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as his fingers ran across her cheek, and then her lower lip.
    "What I wanted to do this morning when I saw you." He hauled her out of the chair, pulled her against his big, hard body, and crushed his mouth against hers.
    Sherry moaned, her hands automatically fisting in his shirt, and then she tore her mouth from his. “Stop, Roberto. I can’t do this.”
    "Yes you can,” he whispered roughly, his fingers popping open the buttons of her blouse. “I want to fuck you right now, here on my desk."
    "No!" The room had no windows, but that didn’t stop her from panicking. What if Monique heard them? She tried to push him away, but it was like trying to topple the Empire State Building with her hands—not going to happen.
    "You think you can come to work looking sexy and it's not going to turn me on?" He finished with the buttons on her shirt, then popped the front clasp on her bra and filled his hands with her breasts.
    "I’m wearing what I always wear to work!" she tried to sound stern, but the words ended up a gasp as he tugged roughly on her nipples.
    "You're sexy in everything you put on. I have to have you.” He nipped at her earlobe, then tongued it gently as he continued to massage her breasts.
    "Stop it,” she whispered breathlessly even as her body arched into his touch. “You could have had this last night, but you walked away."
    "I was a little angry last night,” he admitted while nibbling at her jaw. “But I'm over it now. I can’t seem to stay away from you, and I’m the only man here that knows exactly what you like.”
    He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth, and she bit down on the inside of her lip to keep from screaming. He tugged, licked and suckled, then switched to the other nipple and repeated the same treatment until she was squirming freely against him.
     
    “Please, Roberto,” she whimpered, trying to stay quiet. “Fuck me.”
    Growling, he pushed her back again his desk and crumpled up her skirt before freeing his cock from his slacks. She could see the mushroom tip, already glistening with pre-cum.
    “You want this inside you?” he asked roughly, his hands squeezing the shaft.
    “Please, God, please.”
    He pushed inside her and she gasped—no matter how many times they did this it always felt so good, the hard, thick length of him filling her up. “Come on, baby,” she pleaded as he began to move inside her. “Fuck me hard.”
    He picked up the pace, pumping her hard, fast, filling her up. “You like that?” he panted, his hands reaching up to toy with her nipples.
    "Yeah... just like that,” she whimpered. “Ooh, ooh, ooh!” He covered her mouth with his just in time, swallowing her scream as she came. He had an orgasm at the same time, and she felt his seed gushing inside her—so hot, so good. Damn, but it was good.
    Later, they went to a restaurant close to the office, where the food was good and the wine even better. She settled on lobster bisque with fresh French bread, and after her stomach was full she spent some time nursing a glass of red—since she was eating