“Yes. You’re wearing my shirt again, and I believe it was some six hours ago I was promising to fuck you on my desk, so I suggest you get your ass into my office and hop up onto that desk pronto.”
“You’re getting more demanding by the day, Mr. Stone.” I added some extra wiggle to my hips as I walked, and I was rewarded by a low growl of pleasure behind me. And punished with a sharp smack on my ass.
“I never said anything about a demand. I’m requiring you get on my damn desk. Now move.”
***
“Thank you.” George took a large envelope from someone and closed the door behind him.
I watched from my slouched position on the sofa as he pulled a letter opener from the kitchen drawer and sliced the letter open.
Because who doesn’t keep one of those in their kitchen?
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