Page 117 of I Know Your Secret
“Koen. Focus.”
“You focus.”
“I can’t. Not when you’re doing that.”
My hand drifts off the mouse, slinking beneath the desk, finding her inner thigh and squeezing.
She’s in shorts, so her silky flesh is left exposed and pliant as I squeeze again.
“You started this,” I growl into her ear, which only serves to make her moan.
“How?” she sputters out.
“You sat in my lap. How am I supposed to think when I’m hard as fucking steel?”
She wiggles, feeling my length. “Ohh.”
“Yeah. Ohh.”
“Well, I’ll leave you alone, then. I didn’t mean for?—”
I grip her pussy, holding her hostage against me. “You’ll go nowhere, poison.”
“But I’m distracting you,” she breathes headily.
Rolling the chair back, I shove her off me to her knees.
She turns around, looking up at me from beneath heavy lids.
I free my cock, stroking it a few times as I watch her become enraptured at the sight. “Did you enjoy your coffee this morning?”
“I didn’t get to finish it,” she breathes as if teasing me.
“Need more?”
She nods, licking her lips.
I roll closer, backing her under the desk as I key in commands to rewind the feed to where we were before Greer dropped her plump ass in my lap.
One hand angles my cock beneath the desk. “Suck.”
She doesn’t give protest, only wraps her pouty lips around me and takes the head of me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes rolling back as I watch the feed.
My phone rings, and I lift it to my ear without thinking.
“Yeah?” I grunt out as Greer doubles down, adding a hand to stroke along with her mouth.
“Hey, man,” Chase says. “I got that meeting set for you. Did you see the email?”
Greer’s tongue swirls around the head of my dick, and I see stars. “Yeah,” I grunt.
“You good? You need me to send back up?”
“Fuck no, I don’t. I’m… fine,” I manage as Greer adds another hand.
She’s playing a dangerous game.
