"Of course you're ready." Clay chuckles, obviously satisfied with his ability to make me needy and keep me wanting more.
The hunger of this freshly awaken arousal shakes through my body like a tremor, the effects of it lodging deep within the very fibers of my core, making my p***y throb.
I grip more firmly to the edge of the shelf, wanting him– no needing him so badly, needing him to give me the release my body has been demanding since the moment I entered his office.
He rests his palm on my back, pushing gently until I'm slightly crouched forward before hooking his arms beneath my knees and dragging them high up against the shelf, spreading me open wider.
"Now I know you are pregnant, so I'm going to try to be gentle–"
"Don’t." I pant, anticipation already making me breathless. "Jus
