The commanding tone he used turned Dominique all the way on. She stood and quickly shed her skirt, totally unaware of what a picture she painted standing there in her thigh high hose, four-inch heels, and high-cut white panties against her smooth, cocoa skin. Jake dropped to his knees and buried his nose in her treasure. Dominique’s knees almost buckled. She grabbed his shoulders for support and hung on for the ride. Jake lapped her nectar through the soft cotton fabric, an act that made her hotter than if he had touched her bare skin. It was a moment before she realized that the mewling sounds she heard were her own. He placed his hand between her legs, directing her to spread them. She did, and he shifted the fabric to the side, running a finger along her folds, nodding in satisfaction as if the play he called had been properly executed.

“Let’s see what kind of work you do,” he said, standing abruptly.

“Huh, uh, what?” Dominique asked weakly, her mind in a lust-induced haze.

“Come over here,” he commanded, guiding her toward her desk. Dominique followed dumbly, as if this was her first time in the office. “Uh-huh, this looks interesting,” he said as he carefully stacked the pictures and articles and placed them to the side. “Sit down. Oh, wait, you won’t be needing these.” He pulled the panties over her full, rounded hips, down her thick thighs, and over calves that knew how to fill out a pair of boots.

Dominique sighed as she sat on the desk.

“Lay back.”

She did.

Jake sat in Dominique’s red leather-covered executive chair as if he owned it. Once again, he spread her wide and this time, there was no doubt left to his mission. He licked and sucked and nibbled until Dominique was in a frenzy, begging for him to get inside her. She didn’t have to wait long—Jake was hard as a rock. He shed his pants and boxers, placed Dominique’s legs over his shoulders and proceeded to “tear it up.” Nine thick, throbbing inches of intense heat seared Dominique like iron. Her cat was as hot as molten lava. The dance was hard and intense and then slow and purposeful. Jake hit her spot, and Dominique hit a high note, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. Jake followed shortly after, hissing as he basked in his own ecstasy. Afterwards he leaned over, kissed Dominique lazily, lovingly, and then pulled her to him. He sat down in her chair, pulled her into his lap. An average-size man Dominique would have crushed, but with Jake she actually felt petite. There were no words. None were needed. She snuggled into his hard chest, relished the feel of his massive arms wrapped around her, and did something she’d never done in five years at Capricious. Dominique fell fast asleep at her desk.

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