Rhys grabs me by the hair and pushes me onto my knees. The first thing I do is glance at the door, but the man doesn’t seem to care if it’s closed or not.
"Someone could walk in," I whisper.
"Then you better be fast."
I nudge Rhys into his seat and slide under the desk, deeming it a less risky place if anyone were to walk in. I have fantasized taking off these pants a million times, but my hands tremble when I grab hold of his belt.
I look at him for confirmation even though he ordered me to wear his favorite lipstick and just asked me to get on my knees.
He presses on his belt and it unbuckles, letting me do the rest. I pull it apart, the sound of its clang sending a chill down my spine. The bulge growing in his pants makes my mouth water, but at the same time, I’m starting to q
