Page 71 of Coming Up Roses

“Finish tidying up your desk. I don’t want to ruin anything important.”

I swear Abi lets out a whimper as I cross the room to carefully shut the door and ensure the lock is in place. By the time I’ve turned around, Abi’s desk is cleared and she’s sitting primly in her desk chair, hands in her lap, legs pressed together.

“Do you want to do any thinking here?” I ask, standing across the desk from her. My cock is so hard and by the way Abi’s eyes keep dropping to my crotch she knows all about it.

She bites her lip. “No. I want to do exactly what you tell me to.”

I groan and give in, reaching down to rub my hand across my dick. It’s aching for more.

I don’t know if she’s giving me control purely because she doesn’t want to think, or if she realises what it does to me, having the control to pace things as I need to.

“You’d better stand up then. That chair is mine.”

She leaps up so fast the chair shoots backwards. Her cheeks turn pink as she watches me.

Oh, holy shit. She’s in one of those hot as fuck skirts; black,tight and clinging to the full roundness of her ass. As I step around the desk my gaze trails down. Sky high heels.

How I don’t just come in my pants every time I’m around her I have no idea.

I pull my t-shirt off and drop it on the floor beside the desk. Abi doesn’t move as I step behind her and slide a hand across her ass.

“Undo my jeans, Rosie,” I whisper in her ear. My voice is already a low, lusty rasp.

She spins around, hands finding my waistband in an instant. She pops the button, lowers the zipper and pushes the fabric away from my aching dick.

“Don’t touch it,” I say, stopping her hand as it reaches for my cock. Once it’s in her hand this will be over way too fast. I need to build some anticipation first. Then get her off.

I fall into the chair and pat my thigh. “Sit that gorgeous ass right here.”

Abi steps closer and right before she lands in my lap I realise my mistake.

“Wait. Stand up again,” I say.

“Everything okay?” she whispers, voice thick. Her blush is creeping down her neck and the desire filling her expression is so fucking alluring.

“Sure is. Just need to make an adjustment.” I take hold of her skirt, one hand on each side and yank upwards, tugging the hem from just above her knees to barely below her ass. I grasp her hips and tug her down.

“That was a good adjustment,” she breathes, leaning back into me.

“I thought so,” I murmur, dragging my lips up her neck. My hands and mouth roam over her body as she sprawls across my lap. She’s soft and pliable as I skim my palms down her chest, pausing to gently cup her tits, before continuing down her belly, across her hips and over her thighs. I hook one leg up and over the armrest of the chair, spreading her wide.

Thank fuck this office has a lockable door because holy shit I wouldn’t want anyone to walk in right now. I should still be conscious of the time though. There’s still plenty of people who could drop in unexpectedly.

Abi is squirming in my arms, panting lightly as she tries to angle her body so my wandering hands will stroke her where she wants it most.

“As much as I’m loving driving you crazy like this,” I whisper. “I think it’s time we move things along.” I press my palm over her clit and she cries out, turning her face into my neck to muffle the sound. “Up.”

A low keening sound comes from Abi, but she doesn’t move.

“I said up.” I catch her earlobe between my teeth. “Now.”

She climbs to her feet and takes a single step away. She’s a little wobbly. “I’m up,” she says, sounding dazed.

“Elbows on the desk.”

She does as I say while I roll the chair forward. I hook my hands under the hem of her skirt and slide it higher, exposing the black lace underwear hugging her ass.

“Now that’s a pretty sight.” I lean back in the chair, my eyes right in line with her pussy. “God, I want to fuck you so bad. But I’m not prepared for that, so you’ll have to wait for my cock.” I might have to start carrying condoms on me at all times.

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