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“I read dirty books.”

“Ones about sucking your boss off under the desk.” Do I hear a hint of jealousy?

“When I started to read them, the men would be faceless. I didn’t have anyone in mind, but then you came along, and suddenly they had a face. All of them are you.”

“You pictured sucking my cock under my desk?” I nod. I fantasized about him in all kinds of ways. “Then you touched yourself to those thoughts?” I nod again. “Don’t get shy on me now. I want to watch you touch yourself.”

“It’s supposed to be about me touching you right now.” I start to wiggle backward, but Warren stops me.

“You’re not going anywhere now, little mouse.”

“But I am.” I lick my lips again, wondering what he tastes like. “Under the desk.”

“Fucking hell.” Warren groans, closing his eyes. When I start to move again, his eyes fly open. “Shirt off first,” he orders but is already taking it off me. I notice he does that often: issues anorder he is already doing for me. His impatience is adorable and freaking sexy. I’m not sure he feels the same.

The shirt slips off, losing a few buttons in the process, leaving me in nothing but my panties and socks. Warren’s eyes roam over my body.

“May I get on my knees now, sir?” I can see the desire flare in his eyes. It only spurs me on to want to please him more.

“Tova,” he warns. “Careful.”

“Oh my God.” He grips my hips to lift me, pushing his chair back in the process, and then gently places me on my knees in front of him. I laugh. “I could have done that myself. I’m not made of glass.”

“You can be rather clumsy.” He’s so dang sweet, and now I’m thinking back about so many of our encounters. I’m seeing them in a totally new light now that I know how he truly feels. I also feel a bit vindicated that I wasn’t imagining him having feelings for me.

I can’t argue that. I have fallen out of two windows rather recently. Slowly I scoot backwards until I'm farther under his desk. "Come here." I wiggle my finger at him. Warren moves his chair forward, his thighs spreading farther apart. I can see the outline of his thick muscles through his pants.

"I want to see both of those hands," he orders when I wrap one around his cock again. "No touching yourself." My other hand was resting on my thigh. I likely would have touched myself.

"But I ache." Warren reaches for me. "No! I won't touch myself." I swat away his hands. "I want to suck you. To make you feel good.”

"Then you won't touch your pussy, not until I can watch."

"Fine," I huff, peering up at him through my lashes, pretending to be annoyed when what I really am is turned on even more. "I won't touch myself."

"Sir." Oh my. Is he playing in to one of my fantasies, or might it be his too?

"I won't touch myself, sir…"

"Good girl." I suck in a breath. The throb between my thighs is growing. I’m soaked for him. "Now"—he tucks a few of my curls behind my ear—"I’ll have that pretty mouth of yours on me. I've been thinking about it since I found out about the naughty things you've been reading."

"Is it naughty?"

"If you don't tell me, it is."

"You want me to tell you everything I read?"

"If it turns you on." I lean forward. Warren turns me on more than anything else.

I swipe my tongue across the head of his cock, getting my first taste of him. His cock jerks in my hand, a low groan coming from Warren that spurs me on to take the head of his cock into my mouth.

I go slowly at first, taking my time to get used to him. To explore. Warren's hand sinks into my hair. He doesn't push me down or try to make me go faster. He simply holds it, his fingers stroking it.

I take more of him into my mouth, moving my hand up and down the base of his cock. More grunts and groans come from Warren, his thighs flexing as I move faster. I swear I could come just from hearing how he’s reacting to what I’m doing to him.

"Tova." My name leaves his lips like a prayer. His hold on my hair tightens as I taste more of the pre-cum leaking from his cock. I greedily suck it down. It's mine. I got it from him, and I want more. "I'm close," I hear him say. I relax my throat and go down as far as I can, until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. "No." He jerks back, his cock slipping free from my mouth.

"Warren," I whimper. He lifts me, laying me out on his desk.