CHAPTER 64
RUTH
The door clicked shut behind Margaret, silence filling the room immediately. I stayed under the desk for a moment, my lips still tingling form the taste of him. My hand was still wrapped around his softened c**k, and I could head his breathing go ragged and uneven above me.
Then I crawled out from under his desk as he shifted his chair back a bit.
He was slumped in his
He was slumped in his chair, his head thrown back, his chest heaving gently. His eyes were closed as he gripped the armrests like he was holding on for his dear life.
"Ruth," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "We can't keep doing this."
I stepped closer, standing between his legs. "Why not?"
"Because—" He opened his eyes, his iris finally meeting mine. "Because it's wrong, Ruth. I took vows and
