“Sure,” Phillip thought wickedly, grateful his suit jacket hid the massive bulge straining against his trousers. His erection refused to subside. Especially not after she turned around and he saw the unmistakable outline of her hardened nipples pressing against the tight red dress. Her blazer was still unbuttoned, making her look like she’d just stepped out of a wet t-shirt contest, those full, heavy tits begging for attention.

“The other managers are running late—caught in that nightmare traffic on the highway. It’ll be another twenty minutes or so. Why don’t we go through some of the figures in my office while we wait?” Phillip suggested, forcing his voice to stay...