It was wicked. Naughty. Probably illegal.
But when she stood before him and then slid to her knees and placed her hands on him, he didn’t stop her. Nor when she unfastened his belt and trousers, nor when she pulled out his cock and pressed soft kisses to the bare length.
“How am I supposed to work here with you doing this,” he asked, sliding one hand through her hair and bracing the other one on his desk.
“I thought you said you were done working for the night, Jack.”
He groaned, lifting his hips automatically. “I meant ever again.”
Setting: Jack's Office
- Phryne: On her knees
- Jack: Seated in his office chair