Later, he might curse himself for letting his more primal urges take over. He knew better. Besides, an old fuck like he was, he should have had trouble getting going to begin with. Even though the skin stretched tight over the beast it contained was attractive to look at, the feral machination that his human appearance harbored was older than the dirt on the bottom of her boots.<br/><br/><br/>The reality was, the monster that Pace really didn't care who could hear, what the consequences were if they got caught in the act like a couple of naughty children, or what the outcome would be in their newly professional relationship would be was outside of his more wiser aspect’s reach. Buried as deep as his cock inside her wetness that clenched and struggled around his girth.<br/><br/><br/>Growling low, the thrum vibrating in his throat as a guttural animalistic sound, he turned his head away from the press of her soft mouth and latched on instead to the pulse that jumped erratically in her neck. Despite the urge to bite down, he stopped himself from leaving a mark and turned the graze of his teeth across her skin into a nibble, following it up with a flick of his tongue. But as her cries became wilder, he shifted his weight again, his hands moved up the silken splay of her thighs, stroking up her ribcage to tease along her breasts. One hand loitered, fondling one round globe while his other hand coiled around the back of her head and fisted in the length of her hair, drawing her head back and exposing more of his neck.<br/><br/><br/>His growl deepened into a primordial snarl. Too sharp teeth nicked this time as he dragged his mouth lower, across her throat, following the beat of her pulse and kissing it with edging passion as his thrusts grew rougher, more erratic, and certainly more intentional.<br/><br/><br/>“Fuck,” came out of his mouth with an ancient deepness. He felt her orgasm not only in the way she spasmed around his length, but the way her skin writhed against his own underneath him on the desk. The hand that fondled her breast slapped the edge of his desk hard in order to brace himself. The nip of his teeth turned into a nuzzle as he pressed his face against the side of her neck, into her hair, breathing in deep.<br/><br/><br/>The last jerky thrusts of his hips ended with him going rigid, spine bowed and buried to the hilt as his balls tightened and released, jerking his cock inside her as his own release pulsed from the tip of him. Groaning softly, he pushed closer, deeper, spilling himself inside her while his heart hammered against his ribcage.<br/><br/><br/>As the high dissipated and the lightning that brightened his stare faded back into normalcy, he smiled against her skin, his rumbled words wicked as he eased himself up from against her. “I think this arrangement is going to be fun, don’t you?”