Lynn's POV:
I can't help the soft gasp that escapes me as Alan lets out a whimper, his body trembling slightly. The sound ignites something primal within me, and I feel a rush of wetness between my thighs. My breath catches as I realize I can feel it slowly seeping down, a physical manifestation of my arousal that I can't hide.
"Lynn," Alan breathes, his voice rough with desire. "You're... God, I can smell how much you want this."
I bite my lip, torn between embarrassment and excitement.
"Keep going," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Alan's lips and tongue trace a path up my legs, I grip the edge of the desk tighter. Each touch sends shivers through my body, and I can't help but imagine his talented mouth elsewhere.
"Alan," I moan softly, my hips unconsciously shift
