He took me to work because the housekeeper was in the house.
Sweater. Jeans he had bought. Collar hidden. Plug still in from the store — I had walked from the car to the elevator with the flare seated and my cunt a wet open problem I could not fix in a lobby. Cole’s office was glass on one side and wood on the other. Desk big enough to hide a girl. He locked nothing.
“Housekeeper talks,” he said. “Here she doesn’t. Under.”
I went on my knees under the desk because that was the rule he had promised in the driveway. Carpet bit my knees. He sat. He unzipped like it was part of opening a laptop. He was already hard. I took him into my mouth and the angle made my eyes water at once. The plug shifted when I leaned in. I moaned around him and he put a hand in my hair and kept me there while th
