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demanding to be released to
    finish the job, but he held firm, letting its complaint of being denied send
    tremors through his body.
    I think that was the moment I fell for him, my mind rebelling against it
    as soon as I had that incredibly foolish thought. I was nothing to him,
    except a memorable moment. But still, I couldn't let go of it, of how
    incredibly sweet and caring he was. I was all his if he wanted me. Too
    bad, I'd never find the courage to ask.
    “I'm ready, you can finish,” I kissed his forehead.
    Sighing as my words destroyed his control over his unspent lust, he
    started slowly.
    I braced myself, hoping I could endure it, that I wouldn't be rubbed too
    raw, I could barely walk out of the room, but my body surprised me. My
    pussy swelled, releasing new juices to keep slick as the fire of desire, the
    desire of this feral but compassionate man erupted again.
    Sensing I was ready, that he wouldn't hurt me, Bobby began to thrust
    again, starting slowing before picking up the pace. I arched a leg over his
    ass. “Fuck me, I want to feel you come inside me.”
    He thrust faster, his breath blowing out of him in quick bursts. I could
    feel his heart beat like a furious drum against my breast, and my heart
    sped up to match it. Each time he propelled into me, my hips rocked back,
    slamming into the door and then rebounded to try and meet his next thrust.
    It went on and on until I felt the walls of my pussy began to tremble. My
    previous orgasms before had been nothing, this would be a fucking
    earthquake, I groaned to myself.
    At the same time, I felt his cock start to quiver. “I'm ready, come
    Bobby—”
    The room around us dissolved in this psychedelic scream of colors as
    the euphoric release claimed us in a shattering explosion.
    We collapsed against the door, both of us breathing heavily and
    covered in sweat. I don't think either of us noticed, we were both struggling to regain our senses, to return the real world. I didn't know
    about him, but I didn't want to. We had just been to heaven. Returning
    would just suck.
    But reality seized us as we drifted back to earth, to that long rather
    depressing room with its white walls, and long mahogany table littered
    with papers and hard bound binders. Two TVs at the end, sitting on metal
    tables with a mess of wires hooked up to high definition DVD players
    gawked at us.
    My face went red with embarrassment, and I pulled out of Bobby's
    embrace. He didn't protest as a sheepish grin manifested on his face.
    Our fading lust turned to self conscious embarrassment as we reached
    for our clothes. I found my underwear and skirt easily enough, but my bra
    was nowhere to be seen. Bobby gave me a grin and tossed it over to me. I
    turned away from him to slip it on, and fasten the back clasp, and then my
    eyes fell on my blouse, the buttons scattered across the carpet.
    Oh god, I thought. I knew I had lost this job—shit—I'd lucky if the
    Sharks didn't report this incident and I'd lose my license to practice in this
    state. Maybe I could move and start over—Alaska seemed like an ideal
    place—but I didn't want have to walk out of here in total disgrace, wearing
    a blouse I had to hold closed with my hands. I wondered if I could hide in
    this room until everyone went home for the night.
    “Here,” Bobby grabbed my arm and turned me around gently.
    For a split second, I forgot my impending embarrassment, lost in in
    those mesmerizing green eyes. There was no smirk of satisfaction at his
    total debauchery of me, only kind concern. My heart fluttered warmly in
    response, but my mind reminded of what I had just done. The cheeks of
    my face burned in humiliation, and I reached down to grab my ruined
    blouse.
    He tugged me back up, “Here,” he held a black—property of the
    sharks—t-shirt in his hand.
    I began to shake my head in refusal, but he help up a hand, stopping
    me.
    “It's an extra and its clean. Never been worn, actually.”
    “I can't,” I