The cold stainless steel bit through my blouse, a stark contrast to the searing heat of his body pressing against me.
He pressed his hips into me, and I was trapped between the two sensations.
I could feel him - the thick, hard ridge of his c**k straining against his slacks.
It should have terrified me. It just made me wetter.
His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my skirt up around my hips.
The calloused pad of his thumb brushed against the damp silk of my panties, and I threw my head back, a choked gasp escaping me.
My nails dug into the shoulders of his suit, probably shredding the fabric.
"You were saying? About being professional?" he scoffed, his breath hot against my ear. "Your body's telling a much better story than your mouth is."
His fingers hooked into the lace edge of my u
