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“Hmm, okay. So you’re into office kink now?”

“First of all, it’s your fault. And second, probably. Third, we are into office kink.”

The puppy was sleeping, and Ro was on her knees between me and my desk, my legs open to let her in close. “Take my dick out,” I told her. My hand was massaging the back of her neck.

She started to do it. “Say yes, Mr. Thorn.”

She shot me a look. It wasn’t quite a smirk, but it was close enough for me to know she was amused. “Yes, Mr. Thorn.” She even used her sex voice.

She took my heavy length out and gripped it in both hands.

I took her hair down, burying both hands in the silky mass, and pushed her down. She had me halfway down her throat when I said, “Wait. Take your tits out. Mayhem and Mischief don’t want to miss this.”

She almost gagged as she laughed and pulled her mouth off my cock at the same time.

But she did it, unbuttoning her shirt and opening her bra to show me her glorious breasts.

“Good morning,” I told them fondly.

“You already said good morning to them. It was right before you ate me out for half an hour. Did you forget?”

“See how she tries to come between us?” I asked her chest, my fingers pinching both nipples. “I could never forget. Now get back to sucking, cupcake.”

She didn’t take offense. She never did when it came to anything sexual. It was possibly my favorite thing about her, and that was saying a lot.

“Yes, Mr. Thorn,” she tried to say around a mouthful of cock.

Or at least I thought that’s what it was. I was reading between the lines there.

She was getting so good at blowjobs that it was almost embarrassing how fast she could make me come. Record breaking stuff, for me.

She twisted her hands around my base as her head bobbed with my hands pushing and pulling her head up and down by the hair. I came and she took it, raining soft little kisses all over my dick before putting it away.

It was magnificent. She was.

We smiled warmly at each other. I motioned with fingers to lips. “Chef’s kiss, cupcake.”

I pulled her up onto my lap and started kissing her passionately.

“I’m going to run some errands,” she told me from the doorway of my office sometime later. “Taking Mac with me.”

She was walking away before I could respond.

I caught up to her easily with my much longer stride. “Where are you going? Why would you take Mac? You don’t think I can be responsible for a tiny Muppet for a few hours?”

“That’s debatable, but I’m taking her because I’m going to a pet supply store to get her all the things she needs.” She paused. “I didn’t figure you’d want to come along.”

“I’m coming along,” I said almost at the same time.

“Witch,” I muttered.

“Clown.”

“I’m driving.”

And so we found ourselves going up and down every aisle in PetSmart.

I held Mac while we walked. Only because Ro was pushing the cart and Mac seemed too tiny to set down in it.