Page 23 of Quickies

He was perfect for me.

I adjusted his long shirt so it partially covered his groin.

“If you can make it with my cum in you for the next three hours, I’ll breed you so hard tonight, you might even get pregnant.”

Oliver bit his lip, his eyes shining with lust and humor. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

He gave me the sweet, mischievous smile he seemed to reserve just for me, and I had to kiss him on his mouth.

Somehow, without us ever deciding on it, the game paused when we kissed. It was just him and me, caught in a moment together. I could feel it—a real connection, just budding, thin and fragile. Our tongues touched, and he let out a little moan.

I patted his ass over his pants, gently, more of a reminder and a promise than a real spank.

“Do you need a minute?”

He exhaled against my lips. “I’m good.”

I checked his hair and clothes. He looked presentable. Unless he showed anyone his spanked butt cheeks, nobody would know he’d done anything but talk to his soon-to-be ex-boss.

“See you tonight.”

“I can’t wait,” he whispered.

I opened the door for him. The music and loud voices spilled into the room. Nobody could have heard a thing from our little tryst.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Oliver,” I enunciated.

“Thank you so much, sir. I appreciate the experience. I’ve learned a lot from you.”

Such a fucking brat. I smirked. “I’m glad to hear that.”

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