Free The Club by Tara Brown writing as Sophie Starr Page B

what
this is. You take this crazy drug when you get there and you see who you want.
Everything is an illusion from the drugs and whatever else they have going. I
have one friend who swears she fucked Brad Pitt there. Apparently, your mind
plays tricks on you.” He touches his heart with his other hand. “Oh my God,
Han, I love you.” He wipes a fake tear from his sarcastic face and walks out of
my office. “Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Bennett is here to see you. I told him the
boardroom was busy so he is coming down here to your office.”
    I grin,
smoothing my skirt and feel myself light up when he walks into the office.
    “Mr. Bennett,
how are you?”
    He cocks his
head to the side, closing the door behind him. I hear the lock turn as he
sweeps me into his arms. I love the smell of his aftershave and the way his
skin feels against mine, but this is my office. “Put me down, Logan!” I growl
as he sets me down with my desk behind me.
    He spins me
around roughly, leaning into my nape to whisper. “I like it when you call me
Mr. Bennett.” Roughly, he lifts up my skirt, pressing my hips and thighs into
my desk. His hands come around the front of me, undoing my blouse like a
master.
    He reaches a
hand into the top of my bra, squeezing the fleshy mound of my breast and
pinching the nipples. I moan as the sound of his belt and zipper flood my ears.
He pushes me down over the top of my desk, spreading my legs. The condom packet
makes me instantly wet. “Where do you want it, Ms. Edwards?”
    We have never
had rough sex like this before. I didn't even know we were at this stage. I
shake my head. “Not in my ass.”
    He shoves
himself against me, grinding his cock between my cheeks. “What is my name?”
    “Not in my
ass, please Mr. Bennett.” It seems rehearsed but it isn’t. I desperately want
him inside of me, just not like that. He shoves his cock into my awaiting
pussy. We both groan into the feel of him filling me up.
    “Do you like
being fucked in your office, Ms. Edwards?”
    “I do, Mr.
Bennett.” I cry out into the papers on my desk, desperate for the orgasm I
suspect I’m about to have. He makes short, hard thrusts, just the way I like
it. He kneads my ass, just the way he likes it. And when I come he pushes
himself in farther, harder, making my orgasm that much stronger. When he comes
he bends forward, biting my back softly and moaning into me. He lays his head
flat for the briefest of seconds as we both try to figure out where we are.
    “I’m so glad
we are more than just a night, because I love you, Hannah.”
    I nod my
sweaty face against the paperwork, completely in agreement with his statement.
“I love you too, Logan.”
    He kisses my
back where the bite was. “See you at home then.” He gets up, straightening
himself and leaves my office. I get up, cleaning myself up and trying my best
to put myself back into one piece.
    Everything
about the moment we just had is unadulterated. He is perfect. We are flawless
together. We met under the worst of circumstances and we have become exactly
who we wanted to be all along.
    As nasty as it
sounds, I owe it all to the club.

 
 

The End

 
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