“I-i-is it a bad time?” she stutters.
Isabella straightens on my lap and throws a look over her shoulder. “Not at all, Magda. Please leave the papers on the sofa.”
My secretary rushes to drop off the papers, then hightails it out of the office in record time, closing the door with a bang.
“I need two minutes,” I say through my teeth. I can’t believe I came without waiting for her. Like I’m some teenager.
“No time. I have to go back home.”
I squeeze her ass. “You’re not leaving this office with a lower orgasm score than me.”
Holding her under her ass, I stand up and carry her to the bathroom, where I clean us up, then carry her back. I set her onto the desk, sit down in my chair, and place my hands behind her knees. “Lie down.”
“What if someone comes in?”
“They’ll turn around and le
