Owen’s Pov
Alex writhed beneath me, as slow gasps escaped from her mouth.
I drank in the curves of her luscious body which was bent on my desk. Her fingers, red and sore, gripped the edges for support.
But they occasionally slipped; I'd made sure of it.
This was her punishment, intense pleasure, and pain. pleasure that drove her wild with ecstasy and the pain of craving more from me, while I stopped each time I knew she almost reached her climax.
I wanted her to beg me to make her c*m. She had been naughty lately. Speaking disrespectfully to me and acting like I wasn’t her boss and the man who drove her crazy.
Once again, like animals without control, Alex and I f****d each other in our workplace.
A few minutes ago, she walked in with a stack of designs she just completed.
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