Lunch was filled with our regular banter with sprinkles of getting to know you and more than a few innuendos, the latter happening when I flattened my tongue against the dessert spoon, then flicked the tip.
At the time I laughed at the way his jaw dropped, but that laughter died down when his hand gripped my thigh and slipped under my skirt. I swallowed hard and he leaned closer to whisper in my ear, “Keep playing innocent and I’ll have that tongue on my c**k before we even make it back to the office.”
My heart sped up and a whimper left me when the tips of his fingers lightly ran across my c**t before disappearing. He paid, and we walked in tense silence, every nerve acutely aware of how close he was.
There was a burning ache between my legs that only pulsed stronger with each minute h
