Promise me we'll continue

MILLS COMPANY, LAS VEGAS

"Fred, we have lots of work to do. Let go," Rosaline told Frederick who seemed like he couldn't get enough of her. Since they arrived at the office, they had barely done any work, as Frederick could not keep his hands to himself. He would leave his desk and go over to Rosaline's, and hug her, at times, he kissed her. This time, he had kept his seat beside her and was holding her hand, preventing her from doing any work.

"Work can wait. I just want to spend each passing minute with you."

"At this rate, your company will become bankrupt soon," Rosaline said.

"I don't care. I've made enough money to last me a lifetime."

"Fred, stop," Rosaline giggled, Frederick had tickled her ear with his tongue.

"That's enough now, let us focus on…" she trailed off when Frederick picked her up and placed her on top of her desk. He parted her legs and stood in between them.

"Fred, you.."

Frederick didn't let her complete what she was about to say. He attacked her lips with his.