He wiped some tissue along me, tenderly wiping me clean, and passed me my panties. “Sorry. I don’t have clean ones,” he murmured. “And things I don’t want to discuss while you’re lying on my desk after I fucked you.”
I sat up, courtesy of his arms around my back and lifting me, and brushed my thumb along his jaw. “Let’s deal with it, baby. Together. As one.”
“We will be, but I’m still not discussing it while you’re on my desk.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I stood, stepping to the side of him. “There. I’m not on your desk anymore.”
George looked at my hand. “And you’re also not wearing any underwear.”
I tugged my dress down my thighs and stuffed my wet panties into the pocket of his pants. “And I
