“Yes!” Jordan’s voice fluctuated a few octaves. He grasped his knees and spread his legs, scooting his chair closer so Becca could scoot in between them.
Mother Mary help him. He was going straight to hell.
“I got confirmation from the bank yesterday.” Jordan said. His words were easier to get out now that Becca had released his cock from her mouth. The heat of her body slunk away farther under the desk. He relaxed a little, hoping that she would give him some time to recover, but that was not her intention.
Picking up his hand that rested on his knee, she placed it on her bottom. She had turned herself around under the desk. He couldn’t stop his hand from caressing her smooth skin while his boss continued to talk.
Jordan slipped his hand between her legs. He couldn’t resist, and the heat radiating from her pussy practically burned his skin. There was no mistaking her excitement as his fingers grazed over the moist lace of her thong.
“I need you to get those contracts over to the legal so we can get a move on,” his boss demanded. It was a miracle Jordan could even understand the words that were being thrown at him. Becca wiggled her core against his hand, rocking her body so that his fingers grazed over her clit, hard and distended against his fingertip.
“I don’t want anything interrupting this deal, Murphy.”
Jordan nodded. He had always prided himself on being a multitasker.
There was no reason he couldn’t take instruction while getting off his guest. He slipped a finger under the lace of her thong—warm, wet cream greeted his skin.
Anticipation built is his stomach, and he couldn’t wait to dive between her legs.
“I want a prospect report for 2012 on my desk for next week,” his bossed asked.
“Can you handle that?”
Jordan’s head swirled in too many directions. Becca was now pulsing her bottom back and forth, making it so his finger found her warm hole and slipped in with ease. He had to hold in his groan as she sucked in his finger, the warm walls of her canal sizzling with heat. He could only imagine the agony that Becca must be feeling and not being able to make a sound. But it made it all the more exciting.
All the more forbidden. His actions were no doubt grounds for unemployment, but at this moment he didn’t care.
Becca released his finger from her warmth, then changed position under the desk as his boss rambled on. This time, she didn’t hold back. She launched a full-on assault on his cock, and Jordan was ready to surrender. The question was— how was he going to get rid of his boss?
“Sir, on second thought, I’m not feeling so great.” On the contrary he felt more than great.
“You are a little flushed. Maybe you’re getting the flu.”
“Do you mind if we do this next week?” Jordan’s words came out in a groan. He held on to his knee with one hand and squeezed, trying to keep his body in check. His other hand stayed visible on the desk, playing with his pen.
“Not at all.” Caleb stood up and grabbed his coffee from the desk. “This is really good, by the way.” He held up the cup that held Becca’s favorite drink.
Jordan noticed Caleb’s eyes focus on something on the ground in front of him.
Trench coat.
“Relax.” Caleb held out his hand, gesturing for him to remain in his seat.
“I’ll show myself out.”
Before Caleb closed the door behind him, he poked his head back in. “Make sure you lock this door. Wouldn’t want anyone else to walk in on something indecent...like a shirtless employee.” With a wink and a smirk, he left the office.
Tension released from Jordan’s shoulders, and he relaxed back in his chair. Only the tension didn’t go far—it settled his groin.
Becca pushed his chair back so she could climb out from
under the desk.
When she was comfortable with her position—on her knees between his legs, one hand stroking his cock, the other rubbing between her legs—she got right back down to business.
“Becca?” he panted. “The door isn’t locked.”
She looked up at him with sparkling eyes; her lips were rosy and plump around his shaft. “You’re the one who wanted a little under-the-desk action,” she said in between licks.