“Staff rotation is set up in three shifts so nobody burns out too early. We also added floaters in case we need to adjust?—”
“Good girl,” he said quietly.
If he kept this up, I’m gonna cum.
I shifted slightly in his lap, trying to create some space but he didn’t let me. His arm tightened to keep me right where I was.
“Keep going,” he murmured. “Almost there.”
I exhaled slowly when my legs started shaking.
Focus again.
Because if I didn’t I wasn’t making it through this report.
“…we also added floaters in case…we need to adjust in real time without slowing service,” I finished, forcing my voice to stay steady even though my body wasn’t cooperating.
It didn’t matter though, he put my legs on the table. His hands moved from my waist to one on my clit and the other over my mouth.
I bucked against him, because now every stroke was hitting the spot, like he was just teasing me before and this was the real deal. He released before me with a deep groan only I could hear. I followed immediately after… but he wasn’t pleased with that.
“Did I say you can cum?”
I squirmed and squirmed until he let my mouth go.
“I don’t know if you’re aware of this but if you hit a certain spot in my cervix, it’s gonna happen.”
“I’ll let that slick ass remark go on account of how good you feel right now.”
“Appreciate it.”
He nodded toward the monitor. “Is that all?”
“Almost,” I scrolled down. “Bar flow should be smooth if the timing holds and the smoke room rotation is staggered so it doesn’t bottleneck the main space.”
I felt his chest rise behind me.
“Good,” he said while shifting in me, even though he already came.
“What is your obsession with making me do something while we fuck? You keep making me read or count or something. Is it a fetish thing?”
“Don’t question me.”
“It’s not questioning you. I’m asking a question. There’s a difference.”
“Aurora—”
“Ms. Rodriguez!” Hartland called from the other side of the door. “Ms. Rodriguez—uh—your dad on the line!”
I straightened immediately, shifting in Marlon’s lap. His hand didn’t move.
“Now?” I called back.
“Yeah,” Hartland said. “Sounds like he been trying to reach you.”
Fuck.
I reached for my landline, glancing once at Marlon before answering.
