I stood next to the desk, hands gripping the edge tightly. I wondered whose office we were about to have sex in.

Sullivan’s fingers hooked into my panties and slowly dragged them down. Every brush of his skin against mine sent sparks through me. I wondered if I could handle him fucking me while standing—though this wouldn’t be the first time.

I tightened my hold on the desk as his tongue traced a slow, erotic path over my ass. I shifted slightly, half-hoping he wouldn’t threaten to tie me just to keep me still.

He was behind me. I couldn’t see his face, couldn’t tell if he planned to go...