Page 150 of The Endowment Effect

“Did I mention you weren’t to talk?” he asked, waiting for her explosive reaction.

She didn’t disappoint, as she stopped all motion. Her eyes giving him quite the salty look, and she began to stomp toward the door at the same time, trying to relocate the armhole in her blouse.

His arms snaked around her waist as she marched by, making her backpedal to where she stood before, and lifted a finger. “Okay, you can talk.”

She started to make a snarky comment, so he held his fingers against her mouth, softening his tone. “You can talk but make it sexy. Remember this is my office, my desk, my fantasy.”

She frowned. “When is it my turn? When do you strip for me and I get to be the boss?”

That she was planning their next interlude was exciting and at the same time troubling to him.

“You’re the one who brought up the whole desk fantasy thing. I’m just informing you on some of the finer points so you can deliver with some level of accuracy,” he said with an imperial wave of his hand.

She was just as he liked her, all riled up, removing her blouse with jerky movements and muttering under her breath, not keeping it to sexy talk at all.

“Ah… ah… ah… sexy talk, remember?”

Her eyes turned into squinty slits and he could almost imagine the thoughts rolling through her adorable head.

Nudging her feet out of her sandals and flinging them across the room, nothing at all about her body language alluring, she stood there staring at him in nothing but her bra and skirt with her hands on her hips.

Then, as if a flashbulb of an idea illuminated over her head, she gave him a saucy grin, turned, and removed her bra with one arm behind her back and let it drop. She then turned back around, walking toward him with her eyes dark and steamy and with the graceful mannerisms of a sylph or a goddess-inspired siren. The pretty pink tips of her nipples hard and eager for his mouth.

He remained perfectly still, watching her every move, as she reached down to remove his ankle propped on his leg so she could burrow her way in.

For now, he would allow for it.

Because… well, because it was really hot.

Wetting her bottom lip with her pink tongue she said, “Remove my panties.”

An attempt to take charge.

Not exactly pinpoint accuracy in terms of his fantasy, but fine, he would demonstrate the art of compromise.

Bending forward he stood, towering over her. Her pink nipples delicate peaks pointing toward him. She yelped as his hands grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. So quickly, she had to grab his hands to balance herself.

Before she could protest, he guided her to the desk and with one hand, swiped the folders, pens, and paperwork in front of her to the floor.

His front pushed up against her backside, his dick nestled between her ass cheeks as he placed his hand on her spine and gently folded her body forward until she was lying tits down on his desk. He watched her bend her arms, palming the leather insert of the desktop, her bottom wiggling with anticipation.

She was loving this, evidenced by her writhing body and breathless pants, which was making him almost levitate with carnal satisfaction.

He then yanked her skirt higher, taking in her stark white panties and ran his fingers over the wet streak down the middle.

“This for me, Bird?”

Her lower body fidgeted as his fingers moved up and down, just missing her clit.

She responded breathlessly, with a tortured amount of snark, “Well, it’s not for Lilith.”

That mouth.

He curled one finger at the middle of her panties and began to slowly slide them down her legs. “Was that sexy talk?” he asked ominously as he caressed one fleshy globe and then the other.

“Answer me,” he demanded, pulling his hand back and slapping her cheek. His dick twitched from the sound, a rosy hue blooming from where his hand had landed.

She moaned, pushing back against him as if giving him permission for more.

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