Gloria slumped into the chair Frank vacated, boneless after being taken by the two men. Grin on her face told Tony she was okay, but he checked anyway, surprised when she grabbed his tie and pulled him down for a kiss. Her tongue traced his lips, then forced itself into his mouth. She groaned, fingers crawling up his shoulders and feathering into his roguish hair. This intimacy is what Gloria missed out on with Frank, who wasn’t interested in anything except his cock in her mouth. She liked it, sure, but she needed more. Tony gave that to her.
“Glo,” Tony’s tortured whisper trailed over her cheek, “Gloria.” His hands slid under her dress, pulling it up and over her head. His lips flirted down her neck, pulling one nipple into his mouth. “Oh, kitten, we really shouldn’t.”
“I know, but I can’t resist you, Tony. You’re such a cake eater.” Tony cupped her sex, slipping two fingers into her and grinding her clit with his thumb. Her hips twirled up into his hand. “Oh, Tony. Meow.”
“That’s it, kitten.” She gasped when he bit down on her nipple. “Show your Tom Cat what you like, baby.”
Impatient, Frank called again, “Tony! Where the hell you at, bloody boob?” Frank peered down the hall, his narrowing as they rested on Gloria’s door. Suspicious, he wondered just where his torpedo had gotten to. The door clicked shut, and he dropped into his desk chair, feet swinging up onto the desk and...