“Sucking up if she needs to.” he laughed, but we both knew it wasn't a joke.
Dad chuckled and brushed it off as if it was nothing because that's what it was. To him, mr. Douglas and I were just boss and employees. Nothing more and definitely nothing less. He was to show me how to run a company, and I was to get my shitty ass grades up.
Someone's phone buzzed on the desk, and dad stood. “Let me take this,” he said. “It'll be a moment.”
The door closed, and mr. Douglas pushed back his seat to stare down at me.
He leaned down slight;y and pushed his head into my skirt. “How're you doing down there?” he asked, fingers thrusting up into my p***y. “Being a good girl for me. Sucking me off. Getting your p***y sopping wet for me.”
A rush of heat warmed my core, and I nodded. “I need you,” I
