Her words hit me like a punch, my cock jumping in my pants, swelling thick and hard under the desk. I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs to hide the bulge, but it only made the friction worse, pre-cum soaking through.

  “Sophie, seriously, not here,” I hissed back, my face hot, but my eyes darted to her chest anyway, remembering exactly how those full tits had looked last night—round and heavy in black lace, nipples dark and stiff, pressing forward like they were trying to escape the fabric.

  She chuckled softly, the sound low and private, her lips brushing the shell of my ear again. 

  “Why not? No one’s...