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business of the day.
    Before he'd fully softened, as she was still gently lapping at his length, he pulled away from her mouth, gripped her shoulders and tugged until she was standing in front of him, wide eyed and starting to panic.
    "Oh God," she muttered, but before she could go on, apologize or be embarrassed, he did what he'd wanted from the moment he met her: Michael kissed her, nothing soft or gentle about it. He filled her mouth with his tongue, much the way he wanted to fill every part of her. He could taste himself and he moaned, advancing forward until her back hit the desk.
    "Up," he muttered, lifting her butt onto the desk with little help on her part.
    "What are you--" Her words were cut off by another adorable, sexy little squeak as he slid his hands up her legs, her thighs, beneath her skirt until they grasped the edges of her panties. He was pleased she didn't wear anything else as he didn't have the patience to remove pantyhose at the moment and he probably would have destroyed them.
    "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, skimming where she was wet and hot with his fingertips. He lifted her legs high against his chest and pulled her panties up and off, tossing them onto the desk beside her head. He liked the way they looked, the way she looked, wanton and needy and completely his . His fingers played between her legs, slipped inside her body to circle her clit. "Yes, you liked having my cock between your pretty lips a lot."
    Her gasp signaled it was his turn and he sank to his knees, burying his head between her thighs. Michael loved the way a woman tasted and Laney was especially fine , sweet and salty and just a little bit sour. He could spend hours right here. Her thighs trembled around his head, the just-barely-professional black heels she wore curling against his shoulder blades as he licked and sucked at her clit, as he slipped first his middle, then ring finger inside where she was so wet and tight.
    Michael's free hand darted up to cover her mouth as she bucked against him, soft cries attempting to break free. She licked his palm; bit it gently and his satisfied cock valiantly tried to gather itself for round two. Michael told it to stand down; what they'd already done was risky and foolish enough. Plus, he was just selfish enough to make sure she'd be free to scream the first time he fucked her.
    He wondered briefly how long it had been since a man had touched her, then decided he didn't care. Michael didn't plan on letting another man near her for quite some time. It was stupid and reckless and a thousand other things he couldn't concentrate on at the moment, but he didn't care. Michael had always followed the rules, but more importantly, he had followed his instincts. Every instinct he had pointed him directly at this woman. Something told him they were more than capable of seeing to each other's needs - in every way.
    Laney was still panting when he pulled away, licking his lips to get every last trace of her. He rolled back on his heels and reluctantly fastened his pants. Laney pushed herself to a sitting position on the desk, her hand reaching out to clutch her panties. She looked dazed but completely, utterly satisfied, he noted with a smirk.
    Of course, he was still panting a bit himself . "You certainly know how to apologize."
    "And you're an incredibly gracious forgiver," she whispered, her own breathing labored.
    Things were definitely about to get more interesting around the office.
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    4.
    It was amazing how a really good orgasm had im proved Laney's agility. Between the open box of chocolates on her desk, and the lack of bodily injury in the halls, Laney had finally earned the approval of her co-workers. Even the mean old bat who worked for Mr. Price gave her a sour smile when they passed each other in the break room.
    Unfortunately, she was besieged by a new kind of distraction: how much she'd enjoyed Michael's 'punishment' and how much she longed to be punished by him again. Maybe