Marden bit his lip, trying to hold back as his d**k throbbed, begging for release. It had already been an hour since K’lani had stepped into his office and locked the door, stripping off her dress without a word and beckoning him with her finger. He had thought about chasing her out at first, but then the memory of the last few times they’d f****d came to mind. She really was a professional who could make you feel things you didn’t know you could feel.
But she was too bossy and while he was buried so deep inside her and her hips moved to his rhythm, it was hard to resist doing whatever she told him. She hadn’t tried to peg him or make him do anything humiliating, but it was getting hard to tell who was f*****g whom.
Her fingers ran through his hair, and she yanked it back painfully, slid
