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“Stayed out late with the boys, did you? I thought you were married?”
“I am married,” I cut in, not liking what he implied.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to piss you off there. Point made.”
He continues to talk, but I stop listening, my eyes riveted on Misty stepping into my office. She locks the door behind her and hits the automatic privacy blinds.
“I have to g?—”
Misty stops me with a shake of her head. It’s the mischievous smile that has me obeying. I think I’d do anything she told me to so long as she smiled at me like that.
She walks around my desk, and I immediately reach for her, needing to feel her under my palm, but she slaps my hand away and raises a brow. Message loud and clear.
She rolls my chair back a few inches and comes to stand between my thighs. I grip my phone in one hand and the edge of the desk in the other to keep myself from touching her. Misty’s playing, and I want to see what she’s up to. I want to encourage her to take whatever she wants.
“Did you hear me?”
Fuck, what did he say? “You wanted to know about the term?”
“Yes…”
Luckiest guess of my life. Misty places both hands on my thighs, nails digging through my deep gray pants, then lowers herself to her knees.
I groan, eyes hot on her as she looks up at me with round, playful eyes.
“You sick or something?”
Her hands stop moving, and she looks at the phone, mouthing, “Talk.”
“Yes, something is getting to me.”
She smiles and works my button open with her delicate fingers. I clench my fist when she pulls my cock out and runs her tongue up the length before taking the head into her mouth. Warm, wet perfection as she takes me deeper, working me expertly into the back of her throat. She pulls up and swirls her tongue around the tip before taking me all the way in.
Every muscle in my body clenches as she works me over. I can feel my release building in my tightening balls, and I grunt through clenched teeth.
“Fuck, you really are sick. Go home and get that sweet wife of yours to take care of you.”
My wife grips my balls, tugging lightly as she works my cock. I groan low, so fucking close to coming. “Good idea.”
I hang up, gripping her hair in my hand and pushing her down, forcing her to take more of me. She gives a pleased moan that’s nearly my undoing.
“You take my cock so well. Look at your pretty lips sucking me down.”
She grips my base and works me simultaneously with her mouth.
Tension builds to a peak, and I run my thumb along her throat. “You’re going to swallow every last drop.”
She nods and takes me impossibly deeper, her moan vibrating through me, setting off my release. She swallows my cum as it pours down her throat, not releasing me until she’s taken every last drop.
It’s dripping from the edge of her lips when she pulls back, and I sweep it with my thumb, then press it between her teeth. She takes care to clean it off before releasing it.
“You are going to be the death of me, wife.”
She just smirks. “I’ve been dying to do that.”
I growl and swipe my things off my desk, lifting her and placing her facedown against the hardwood. Her perfect ass is in the air, and I don’t waste time pushing the hem of her skirt above her hips, revealing a lace thong that matches her dress.
I spread her legs wider and trace the seam, the fabric darker where she’s soaked through it, and slide them down her thighs before pocketing them.
