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I pressed a button on my desk to turn on the glass frosting.

“Oh my God, that is amazing!” Odette giggled.

She popped up on the front of my desk, now sitting to my right. Her legs dangled before her. I was in a trance, just thinking about all the terrible things I could do to her as she kicked her legs rhythmically.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Odette asked.

“You’re mesmerising.”

“Why?”

“One, the dress does a lot. Two, you’re doing everything for me right now just like that.”

Odette gave me a naughty half-smile. “I’m not doing anything.”

I stepped over, pressing against her enough to kiss her. I took her face in my hands and pressed my lips to hers. Odette responded by pulling me closer. From there, all I could think about was running my hand up her thigh to pull her panties aside.

“You want me to do something, don’t you?” I asked.

“Do you want to fuck me here, Wyatt? In your office?” Odette whispered.

Every time I got her to talk dirty, it whipped me up. She was so good, but she could be so bad for me. I didn’t answer. Instead, I went to close my office door. I was about to make an awful life choice, but one I couldn’t imagine I’d ever get to make again.

57

BAD DECISIONS

ODETTE

“Are you going to be quiet for me, Odette?”

I couldn’t believe I’d managed to get what I wanted. I was now a seductress—kicking my legs while sitting on Wyatt’s desk. I never thought I’d be bold enough to make this work. But after a wild sex dream woke me up the night before, I wanted him to take me on his desk. He stood, arms crossed, looking me over.

“I will be,” I agreed.

“Good girl.”

Wyatt approached, stroking my face and pulling my chin. He examined me for a moment, then unexpectedly pulled me to the desk’s edge by my ass. It was so demanding. I was already weak.

“You think you can just turn up like this?”

I nodded, pulling him towards me to kiss me.

“You’re a bad girl.”

“A very bad girl who must be punished,” I said.

Wyatt kissed me, running his hand up my dress until he found my panties. He tugged on them, pulling them aside. Plunging two fingers into my centre, he made me whimper. I was already wet, and my excitement dripped from his fingers. I wanted him inside me, but he was keen to tease me.

“We don’t have a lot of time. What if someone comes in here?”

“We’ll be fine,” Wyatt assured, slowly rolling his fingers against my clit.

I moan. “Oh, God, Wyatt, that feels so good.”

“Yeah? Can I get you off like this?”

“Be selfish and get me off with your cock,” I gasped.

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