Ivy.

“Under the desk,” I say.

Cole pulls out of me. His cum slides down my thigh in a thick line and hits the blotter. He sits in his chair like this is any other Saturday and spreads his knees.

“You wrote it. You clean it. Quiet.”

I drop to the floor. The space under the desk is tight. His cock is wet with both of us, still thick, shining. I take him in my mouth and taste myself on him, salty and slick. I moan around it before I can stop.

His hand fists my hair.

“That is page three. Lick it off. Do not miss any.”

I lick....