Oof. A wave of heat crackles through me, singing my insides, and my hand trembles as I draw his c**k out into the air. The thought of it—my handsome, stern boss turning me into a red-faced mess on his office floor, using me for his own pleasure—
"You like this already." His deep voice is rich with approval, his thumbs stroking through my hair. "Oh, Philomena, you look so perfect on your knees." Humor lightens his tone. "Maybe you should crawl when you bring me my coffee."
"Shut up, Mr. Carson." But I'm too distracted to get mad. His shaft is long and thick and impressive, weighing heavily against my palm, and my jaw aches just looking at it. When I grip him gently, dragging my hand down his length, Ansel lets out a soft hiss.
"Harder."
Ooh-kay. I squeeze him tighter; make my grip a lit
