Honey's entire body shuddered as pleasure exploded through her, her inner walls clamping down on Grayson's finger. Her hand gripped the edge of the conference table so tightly her knuckles turned white as she fought to stay silent, biting her lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. The orgasm crashed over her in waves, leaving her breathless, dazed, and utterly mortified.
"That's my good girl," Grayson murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction as he slowly withdrew his finger. "So responsive."
Honey slumped in her chair, trying to regain her composure while her body still trembled with aftershocks. "I can't believe you just did that," she whispered, her voice unsteady. "In a meeting, with everyone right there..."
"I couldn't help myself." Grayson brought his finger to his mouth and
