Catherine called my name, and I growled, coming undone. Her thrust grew sluggish, but she didn't stop. Drunk in pleasure, our lips battling for dominance.
"Mr. King. Mrs. King."
A voice and a knock distracted us, and Catherine wanted to jump away, but I pinned her down right there, my hand slapping against her mouth to keep her quiet.
"What is it?"
"The meeting, Mr. King."
"Keep riding me," I whispered to Catherine's ear.
She shot me a look.
"Defy me, and I'll fuck you against this table. You'll scream for me until everyone in the office hears me giving my wife a good time."
Catherine reddened, and the blush spread over her face.
"Mr. King?"
"What's it gonna be, babydoll?"
She's challenging me because her eyes were sharper than panicked, as I hoped. A shiver shot down my spine, my tongue swiping my lower lip.
"Tell them we'll be there in two hours."
Catherine's eyes almost bulge out of the socket.
