He sends her back to work

Pulling out of her, Hunter let Carlotta's body slump. Wide eyed and gasping she slid down the wall, until she was squatting, panting and crazy eyed on the floor. Ignoring her for the moment, he cleaned himself up and straightened his clothes, checking his appearance in the mirror before turning to look at the gasping girl.

"Get yourself together," he growled softly, helping her to stand on her shaky legs and tenderly cleaning her until she recovered enough of her senses to finish herself. He stepped back and watched her repair her appearance, loving the well fucked aroma of her. She was such a fecund bitch that he was tempted to have her again, pounding into her as she leaned against the counter and wiped her face, filling her with another hot load of seed.

He restrained himself. There would be other times to sample this one, he told himself, as he saw her worshipful eyes locked on his in the mirror.

She was utterly his.

She bit her lip and wiggled her rump at him, obviously wanting more, but he ignored the invitation, shaking his head at her.

"That's enough for now," he growled. "Go back to work. I'll find you when I want you again."

"Yes Hunter," she whispered, looking at him with adoring, submissive eyes as she turned to face him. He turned the latch on the door and gestured her out of he washroom and she swayed by him, casting a last yearning glance over her shoulder. "Want me soon," she added in needy murmur.