Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

We heard a throat clear off somewhere near, and I hid my
face on the other side of Damon’s, mortified even as need built
deep inside me.
Please, no.
But Damon wouldn’t stop. He just kept riding me, rolling
his hips into my body, the rhythm and pace staying steady.
“Sir, your father is calling, demanding to speak to you,”
Mr. Crane said.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to tell Damon to stop,
but my orgasm was coming, and all I could do was hold on.
“Watch the door,” he bit out to Crane. “No one comes in.”
“Yes, sir.”
His father must be pissed if Crane came in here to bear
witness to this. Shit.
Damon held my face with one hand, my body with the
other, and my eyes started to tear up, feeling him drive deep
and fill me up. And then it was coming.
“Damon,” I whimpered, my chest caving again and again.
“Say it again,” he growled.
I gasped. “Damon.”
“Who’s fucking you?”
Oh, GGod, I was coming. “Damon Torrance,” I breathed
out.
And then my body convulsed, I held my breath, and I
froze, letting Damon finish me as my orgasm exploded all
over my body.
My head floated off, heat raced under my skin, and I cried
out, feeling my body get wetter as he kept going.
Every limb weakened, and I felt like I was going to fall as
exhaustion took over.
He put me down, spun me around, and shoved me into the
partition, my breasts crushed against the clear plastic as he