ROBYN
“Are you wet, princess? Be a good wife now and tell me,” he whispered gruffly.
“Yes.” My hands found their way to his bulging biceps as he rubbed his fingers against my panties.
“Do you want to come around my fingers?” He met me in the eye. Sure, he was turned as I was, but I was desperate to feel his touch.
“Please?” I began to pant, threw my head back, and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Please, what? Tell me what you want?”
“God, you’re an asshole.” I groaned in frustration. “Please, make me come?” Cheeks burning, I pushed my ambivalence aside as I spread my legs wide. I knew he didn’t want a scandal. I knew and trusted him that he locked the door, and he didn’t want someone to come and see us as he pleasured me on his desk.
He chuckled. “I bet you do.” He set my soaked panties a
