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“You have no panties on and it’s driving me insane.”
“Quinn.” I say a little firmer, yet I’m dying for his touch.
“Sidney.” He flashes his eyes towards me before looking toward my naked center. “I’m going to enjoy this and have the taste of you on my lips for the rest of the day.” He leans in, with a flattened tongue and presses it against me.
A shiver runs across my body while he fucks me with his tongue against the door of his office, with my leg hitched over his shoulder. He quickly brings me to an orgasm and leaves me breathless. He licks his lips as he stands up and adjusts himself.
“See, I know your body, how to pleasure you and make it quick.” He points out.
“I never said you didn’t.” I say in between breaths.
“I thought that it would be proper to make sure that moving forward you pay attention while in meetings.” He says coming to his full height and adjusting himself.
“I mean, that’s not that bad of a punishment if I’m telling the truth.” I grin.
“I can’t get this morning off my mind either, if it makes it any better?” He confesses.
“And now, you’ll have to add downtown dining to your list for today, maybe even let it tide you over tonight too.” I tell him.
“You’re not coming over tonight?” he asks.
“I don’t have any clean clothes. And besides, I thought you were hanging out with Kady tonight?”
“I was planning to, but I was also hoping that you would be a part of it?”
I move to sit in front of his desk, and he follows, taking a seat across on the other side to keep up appearances.
“Do laundry at my place? Hell, keep more clothes at my place, or better yet, I’ve got a great idea—move in with me?” He spits out.
“I think that’s the erection of yours talking there.” I laugh shaking my head.
“What if it’s not? What if I am completely serious?” He intertwines his fingers together in front of him on top of the desk as if he’s negotiating a deal.
I look at him thoughtfully and before I can answer a knock interrupts us, with a moment later the opening and his assistant’s face n between the crack of the door.
“Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. You have your next meeting attendees waiting on you in the conference room,” she says apologetically.
Inside, I’m internally freaking out and also thankful that she didn’t try to open the door when my back was against it.
“Conversation to be finished later.” Quinn says sternly.
