Page 120 of Pretty Little Thing

I pause. “I’m not sure.”

Nora slowly uncrosses her legs. “I have something in mind for you,” she says. “I would highly recommend you consider it if you value your future place at this company… Mr. Snow.”

I raise a brow. “What did you have in mind, Ms. Payne?”

She looks at me, her eyes dropping down to my chest. “I have a fantasy,” she says, “and I thought that maybe you’d be willing to help me fulfill it.”

I smile. “What fantasy?”

“It’s kinda naughty…”

“Name it.”

She chews on her red lip as her nervous eyes flick behind me. “Get on your knees,” she says.

I slowly slide from my chair onto the floor.

“Not there,” she says, gently turning. “Here.”

She spreads her knees, hiking up her skirt to reveal herself. I look forward beneath the glass-top desk, instantly salivating at the smooth skin of her thighs and the pretty, pink pussy on display just for me.

I drop onto my hands and crawl toward her beneath the desk. “Like this?” I ask.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, nodding her head as my lips peck at her knees. “I want my employee to do anything to keep his job.”

I laugh. “Anything?”

“Yes.”

“That isnaughty.”

She winces with playful eyes, her character breaking. “I’d never do something like this for real… but since I helped you with your naughty workplace fantasy…”

I kiss her inner thigh and she releases a passionate breath. “You want me to do the same.”

“I know it’s probably not what you had in mind when you asked me to be your sub, but—”

“Nora,” I interrupt, “I love your pussy so much, you couldn’t pay me not to eat it whenever you wanted it.”

I bury my face between her legs, parting my lips and sticking out my dripping tongue.

Nora gasps, her voice muted and suppressed. She opens her legs wider and hoists them up over my shoulders as I slide my hands beneath her ass to pull her even closer to me. I coat my tongue with her flavor, letting it overwhelm me like a damn animal.

“That’s it,”she whispers. “Right there.”

I lap her clit, using soft and slow moves to make her purr for me. It might not be the best use of time — anyone could knock or open the door at any moment — but this is her fantasy and I don’t want to rush it. Hell, I might have daydreamed about this once or twice myself.

Her fingers comb through my hair, twitching softly against my scalp. “I haven’t been very impressed by your performance recently, Clive,” she says through heavy breathing.

I chuckle against her thigh. “I’m sorry, Ms. Payne.” I suck on her clit once. “I promise I’ll be a very, very good boy from now on.”

Her head rolls back. “Yes…”

“You can double my workload,” I say, staring up at her. “I’ll stay late… if it means you’ll sit on my face.”

She lets herself moan, quiet but deep. “That would be a good start,” she teases.

I unleash a flurry of tongue-lashings along her clit and her knees knock against my ears.

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