My heart leaped into my throat as the knock sounded again — sharper this time. Kane's fingers were still buried deep inside my soaked p***y, curling lazily against my G-spot, but his face remained perfectly calm, the picture of professional control.
"Under the desk. Now," he ordered quietly, giving my c**t one last firm rub that made my legs shake.
I slid off the desk as gracefully as I could and crawled beneath the massive mahogany structure, heart hammering. The space was tight, but it hid me completely. Kane rolled his chair forward, trapping me between his powerful thighs. The thick bulge in his suit pants was right in front of my face.
"Come in," Kane called, his voice steady and authoritative.
The door opened. I heard footsteps and the voice of a male colleague.
"Mor
