My other hand moved around her body to grab the bodice of her dress and pull it down, exposing her completely, making a shiver rack her system.

I couldn’t hear, but could feel the moan as it escaped her.

My hand closed around her breast, squeezing until her head fell back, then rolling her nipple with my thumb and forefinger.

I was in no rush.

I always loved exploring her, getting her weepy with need. And I was loving it a little more right then—sitting in the club we’d built together, the whole place packed, everyone oblivious to what I was doing to her just a few feet away.

Saff had other ideas, though, as the need spread through her system.

Her hand moved between her legs, closing over mine, and forcing it to press against the wet material of her panties.

Her fingers pressed down on mine, rubbing them against her clit.

When she arched back and her mouth parted on a moan, I was done playing.

My fingers slid under the material, teasing up her cleft to work her clit with my thumb as two of my fingers thrust inside her pussy.

Her walls tightened as I started to thrust in time with the pulsing beat of the music.

Too overcome even to hold herself up anymore, she moved flat onto the couch, her back arching, her breasts bouncing as she rocked against my palm, getting closer and closer.

Until, with a whole-body shudder, she came.

I was too far gone to care about the best positions to use to make sure no one happened upon us.

I just pulled my hand out of her panties, tugged them down her legs, then worked to free myself.

I came over her, eyes locked, then thrust hard and deep.

We were both beyond anything even resembling self-control.

Her hips slammed down as I slammed deep, taking me as deep as she could with each thrust.

Her heels dug into my ass, keeping me deep as I fucked her, feeling her pussy getting tighter and tighter with each passing moment until, with a cry I could even hear over the music, she came, her walls pulsing hard, making me come with her.

I pulled away afterward, tucking myself away, then finding her panties and pulling them back into place.

I gave her a smile as I pulled her onto my lap, my lips down by her ear. “I love the thought of my come inside you as you walk through our club,” I said, feeling a shiver move through her at the dirty words.

My hand moved up, gliding over her bare chest, loving that she hadn’t even tried to cover them yet.

“We’re supposed to be working,” she reminded me, but made no move to get up. Or even brush my hand away as my fingers circled her nipple.