Okay, so saying no f*****g was much easier than actually not f*****g. After the spanking over the conference room desk I wanted to f**k him so badly. Lucas pulled my skirt down and grabbed my hips, turning me round and pushing my sore ass up onto the table before standing between my legs. I could feel his erection against my core, his hips moving slightly. "Are you sure about the no f*****g?" he whispered, his lips to my ear making me shiver.
I moans and shook my head, f**k. "I'm sure." I manged to get out making him pull back with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"So you want to get to know me?" he asked, walking away to a small collection of liquor bottles in the corner and pouring himself a big drink.
"Yeah, like right from the beginning. Like what were you like as a kid?" I asked. He
