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slick with her juices. As she bent over the desk,
her stomach tightened in anticipation.
     
    “So pretty like that,” Philip murmured, suddenly behind her. She hadn't
heard him get up. His fingers brushed against her lower lips and she jumped.
     
    “So pink and glistening.” Philip sounded like he was talking to
himself, but Jennifer didn't care as long as he kept touching her. As if he'd
read her mind, Philip's hand ran over her ass, fingers splaying to palm one
cheek. “Soft skin.” He dropped his hand lower and Jennifer made a strangled
sound. “Very responsive.” He sounded pleased. Jennifer squeaked as Philip
pushed his index finger into her pussy. “And soaking wet,” he chuckled.
     
    A glance over her shoulder revealed a smirk on Philip's face, a smile
that didn't quite reach his eyes. He caught her watching and raised an eyebrow,
twisting his finger as he shoved it deeper.
    “Ah,” Jennifer's back arched, eyelids fluttering. She was still sore
from last night, a pleasantly raw, used feeling that she'd never had before.
Brad's idea of good sex had either been a few quick pumps while breathing
alcohol-laced air in her face or a rough pounding without any foreplay. That
was a totally different kind of raw, used feeling.
    “Amazing how a little exhibitionism and a few orders, can get a woman
dripping.”
     
    Jennifer sucked in her breath as Philip began to thrust his finger into
her. He leaned against her, his cock hard and hot against her hip. Her palms,
slick with sweat, slipped on the desk and her breasts brushed against the
polished wood, pinpricks of pain traveling through her aching nipples. Philip
added a second finger and Jennifer moaned. She could feel her climax building,
Philip pushing her towards it with each stroke. She gave herself over to the
pleasure, forgetting everything but the sensation of Philip's fingers moving
inside her. She was desperate for release.
     
    A knock at the door cut through the room and Philip yanked his hand
away.
     
    Jennifer gasped at the unexpected loss, brain scrambling to process
what had just happened. Her body screamed with her need for relief, hovering at
the edge. She was vaguely aware that Philip had gone to the door, but all her
brain could think of was her interrupted orgasm.
     
    “Thank you.” Philip's voice finally broke through the haze and reality
came back into focus. Jennifer straightened, suddenly and shamefully aware that
she was naked. She covered her breasts with her arm, her hand moving to the
juncture between her legs.
     
    The expression on Philip's face when he turned was one of amusement. He
tossed a bundle of clothes onto the chair he'd been sitting in. “Really no
point in covering up.” He wiggled his fingers at her, two of them still shining
with her juices. “I've already been there. A couple of times.”
     
    Fighting back the instinct to keep her hands where they were, Jennifer
let them drop.
     
    “Better.” Philip motioned to the clothes. “You've got fifteen minutes
to clean up and get dressed. Unless, of course, you have travel documents with
you.”
     
    Jennifer shook her head. She watched as Philip walked over to the sink
and washed his hands. She shook her head and crossed the room to the chair. Her
knees were a little weak, but she managed to get to the bathroom with the
clothes Philip had requested.
     
    As she wiped down her body with a damp washcloth, Jennifer tried to
gather her thoughts and regain her composure. She winced as the cloth scraped
over her nipples, then shuddered as she passed it over her pussy. If she'd had
more time, she might have finished herself off. After all, she'd had plenty of
experience doing that.
     
    Part of her wondered if Philip had purposefully given her so little
time for that reason. Her entire body was tense as she slipped on the panties
and bra. The material chafed her nipples and she grimaced as she reached for
the silk blouse. To her embarrassment, her nipples were still hard,