Storming out of the private room, Hunter cast his gaze around the club floor, his eyes scanning the sea of bodies pressed against each other. Of course she wasn’t out here. It had been at least half an hour since she left him cuffed to that chair. She had either left the club completely or, for all he knew, was in another private room with her next customer. The thought of her with another guy made a knot form in his stomach, a possessive pressure building in his chest.  

Think, Hunter, think... 

There was one way to find out what he wanted to know.  

Ten minutes is all it took for Hunter to leave the club, retrieve the hoodie from his car, and storm his way to the offices in the back. The sound from the club was muffled in the wide L-shaped hallway. At the opposite end of the corridor, before having to take the bend, there was a large oak door. He knocked and entered without waiting to be given permission. Inside, on the comfortable office chair behind a wide, modern desk, sat his best friend Anders. His girlfriend Lana was perched on his lap. Her blonde hair was up in a bun, head tilted back as Anders pressed his lips just below her ear. Lana happened to be an employee in Hunter's organisation. They met through him, so it was only natural he felt they owed him, and he knew just how he’d call in the favour. At his intrusion they both looked his way.  

Anders' expression immediately faltered, and he spoke before Hunter could even utter a word. 

“Where did you get that hoodie?” His voice was curious but held an edge. By the hard set of Anders' jaw and the tension that suddenly radiated from him, Hunter knew he had to be careful with his answer. 

“Some girl spilt coffee on me, used it to mop it up and left it behind. I figured Lana knew her... she was the only one in the office with me a few hours ago.” He held up the clothing in Lana’s direction and observed as Anders' hostile attention rounded on her.  

“I... I asked Sid to come by. Her dad keeps leaving messages for her, and I thought they could meet and talk it out in a neutral place.” The more she spoke, the smaller her voice became. It was evident by the way Anders swept her off his lap and set her on her feet that she’d crossed a line. His attention turned back to Hunter.  

“You... Stay away from Sydney. Leave the hoodie. Lana and I need to have a conversation.” Lana’s face flushed, and Hunter rolled his eyes. This would be another one of those ‘scoldings’ where Anders planned to fuck the message into her later. Without another word the hoodie was tossed onto the couch at the edge of the room, and he stalked out. 

What fucking right does he have to warn me away? Hunter seethed, his back pressed against the now closed door. While he quietly reflected, a sound caught his attention. A soft, persistent clacking present under the thrum of the natural sounds of the club. He turned his head to the side, looking down the dead end of the hallway. A door sat ajar, and he approached, the sound of typing growing louder. 

His pulse hammered as his eyes caught on a nameplate fixed to the door. Sydney Lowman, IT. His little bunny was in there. Quietly he slipped into the room, pressing the door closed behind him. At the sound of the soft click of the latch, Sydney looked up from her computer. She sat behind a small wooden desk, her startled face illuminated by the screen and one end of the desk pressed to the wall.  

“How did you get here?” The sound of her voice was gentle... lyrical, despite the nervous edge to it as he moved closer to her, trapping her in the little corner behind her desk. With deliberate, slow movements he gripped the armrests of her chair and pushed it back until it tapped the wall. There was just enough room for him to slip between her and her desk, the hard edge pressing against the backs of his legs as he leaned over. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke, voice low and rough.  

“Is that any way to apologise for leaving me like that, Bunny?” He could see the flush of red creeping up her neck; the strands of her hair moved by his breath as he spoke. “Do you think Anders would like to hear about what happened out there?” As soon as the name left his mouth, she tensed, head shaking softly. Just as Hunter was about to straighten up and speak again, a knock sounded at the door. Both of their heads snapped around to look at it as a familiar voice drifted through the wood.  

“Sid, can I come in? We need a chat.” Shit. That was Anders’ voice, as if by mere mention he’d been summoned. Before he could give it another thought, he sank to his knees, squeezing himself into the leg cubby beneath her desk. With his hands still on the armrests of her chair, he pulled her towards him, tucking her under the desk, and, before she could protest, the door was already opening. The space under the desk was dark, hot and cramped, but he couldn’t find it in him to care as her knees pressed either side of his shoulders. As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he could see the black lace of her panties and the creamy white skin of her thighs. Small clusters of freckles decorated the perfect skin. He pressed a hand against her ankle and felt her flinch from the contact, gliding his fingertips along the contours of her stocking-clad leg. Perched on the edge of her seat, she shifted to move away from his touch as she listened to Anders talk about Lana, but her stowaway had other ideas. 

Hunter gripped the column of her chair with his free hand and pulled her fully under the desk, forcing her to lean until her back pressed to the backrest. To the casual observer she just looked slumped in her seat, uninterested in the conversation. The new position spread her thighs either side of Hunter’s face, and it took everything in him not to groan at the sight. He brushed his stubbled cheek against the warm, silken skin of her inner thigh, inching his face closer to the apex between them. Nuzzling his nose to the damp lace, he inhaled as deeply and quietly as he could.  

Fuck... she smells so good. Like soap and something uniquely her. His cock twitched in his pants, unbothered by the low murmur of Anders' voice at the opposite end of the room. 

The hand that previously caressed her leg moved to tug her panties to the side; even in the low light under the desk, he had to see her. His gaze swept over the pink, glistening flesh, and he felt his mouth water at the sight of her bare, hairless pussy. That same finger then pushed slowly between the swollen folds, working against the resistance of her pussy as it entered. She was so tight he almost couldn’t believe it.  

“I heard you bumped into Hunter at his office when you saw Lana... You should stay away from him, Sid.” At the mention of Hunter’s name, he felt her pussy quiver around his finger, a fresh wave of juices trickling from her. There was a sick satisfaction knowing that while Anders forbade her from being around him, he was currently working her towards an orgasm. He didn’t waste any more time, inclining his head to give one long, languid lick from her fingered hole to her clit. The flat of his tongue pressed hard against the sensitive nub before beginning to massage in small clockwise circles. He could tell she was holding her breath to stifle any sounds, and part of him wondered if his best friend had noticed as he began to thrust his finger in and out of her.  His finger moved faster, lips pressing firmly around her clit as he sucked it into his mouth, tuning out the drone of his friend's voice.  

"Ah... St-stop." She gasped above him, pushing hard against the desk to try and move away from his mouth working her soft flesh. At some point Anders must have finished his lecture and left the room, so he let her push away until the chair pressed to the wall.  

“I’m not done yet.” Still on his knees, he pressed his hands to her thighs, prying them open and diving back between her legs. Outside of the confines of the desk, he was able to spread her wider, tongue lapping at her dripping cunt. He pressed two fingers beside his tongue and worked them inside, thrusting with a slow rhythm that curled on each outward stroke. There was an involuntary roll of her hips as her hands moved to his hair, and she gripped, almost unsure whether she was trying to push him away or press his face harder against her.  

Each passing moment increased the speed he thrust his fingers in and out of her, the wet sounds of her sucking him back in filling the room and mingling with the sounds of his mouth. At the base of his fingers a thick white cream built, coating his skin. He kissed and lapped at her clit, sucking it back into his mouth and using the tip of his tongue to flick side to side. This caused her head to fall back, one of her hands coming to clamp over her mouth to stifle her sounds. He slipped his free hand behind her, grasping her plump ass and pulling her harder against his mouth, the digits inside her curling to grind and massage in search of the spot that would push her over the edge. When he found it, she drew in a stuttering breath, soft cries filtering through her fingers, body tensing and arching towards him as her muscles clenched and spasmed. As quickly as he could, he withdrew his fingers from her and pressed his tongue inside, lapping up every droplet of her orgasm.  

Her breathing returned, and her body began to relax back into the seat as he pulled back from her pussy and pressed soft kisses against her inner thigh. Hunter couldn’t resist one last look at her swollen, saliva-glistening skin as he moved her lace panties back into place and shifted to his feet. That deep hazel gaze slid over her, taking in the sight of her stockings, suspenders, and the skirt that had ridden high around her waist. Her fair, freckled face was flushed, and her pupils were blown wide in her post-orgasm haze.  

“Look at me, Bunny.” He reached out the hand that was still slick with her juices and grasped her chin, turning her face so she met his eye. Her breathing was hard and laboured as she made eye contact, and he could see her pulse thrumming in her throat. “Give me your phone.” Without any protest, she reached past him to the desk and lifted her phone. Once in his possession, he keyed in his number and texted himself so that he could get in touch with her.  

“We cut it pretty close just now, and I've got things to do. So I’m gonna go. But mark my words, Sydney.” Hunter handed her phone back to her and leaned in close again. This time the tips of their noses almost touched, and his breath caressed her lips as he spoke so low she’d have to strain to hear if he wasn’t so close. “One day, very soon, I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you know is my name.” There was a visible tremble that rippled down her spine, her skin prickling in goosebumps as she held his serious stare. A few tense seconds passed before he pressed a tender kiss to the corner of her lips, stood up, straightened his cuffs and left her office.