I stayed under her desk for what felt like forever. My face was still soaked, chin dripping, lips swollen, and cheeks hot and sticky with her. I could still feel the pulse of her orgasm against my tongue, the way she’d clenched and shuddered. My breathing came in short, ragged bursts, and every inhale pulled more of her scent into me, musky and sweet and overwhelming. My knees ached from the hard floor, but I didn’t move. I didn’t dare.
Adeline looked down at me from her chair. Her eyes were calm again, almost bored, like she’d just finished checking her email instead of coming all over my face. She reached down with both hands and smoothed her skirt back into place, tugging the tight fabric over her thighs until it sat perfect again, like nothing had happened. Then she rolled her chair b
