Every drop of it is important, and things I need to tend to, but even as his lips keep moving and his voice dulls to a blur, I can't decipher a single thing he's telling me.
Because of Rose.
Trapping her under the desk to save her some embarrassment has signed my own execution at this rate, because now she's toyed with my zipper, dragging it down from its home and pulling my cock out from my boxers, all without making a sound.
It's impossible to focus on Ethan while Rose's soft, plush lips press lazily against my shaft and walk up the length to my crown that swells as all heat and blood rushes south.
I place my hands flat on the desk and lean forward, attempting to adjust my hips away from her so she will stop.
But Rose moves with me, and then tightens her fist around my cock like some kind of warning to stop moving.
My mouth runs dry and I swallow hard while glaring at Ethan.
He's completely oblivious and reels off the next point on his urgent to-do list.
Everything he's saying might as well be in a language I don't speak with how much I'm able to understand him.
Rose's lips wrap around my cockhead and her tongue rolls against my slit, then it flattens and the subtlest vibrations move against me as she delicately hums.
Her other hand dips into the heat of my pants.
Her fingers curl around my balls, squeezing just enough to get my hips to jolt on their own.
Ethan glances up at my movement, then back down at his phone while he continues to read off the next important item.
I can't think.
My brain fogs.
Her lips remain wrapped around the crown of my cock while her hands stroke slowly up and down my shaft. Her palm rolls against my balls, squeezing and kneading at gentle intervals and for a few moments, I think I can handle it.
"Well?" Ethan's locked-on gaze draws me from the fog. "Do you want me to call him?"
Unable to recall a single thing he said these past two minutes, all I can do is nod slowly. "Yes. I trust you to do that."
Ethan nods, and as he continues to speak, Rose lowers her hand and draws a few inches of my cock into her mouth.
I sink my teeth into the inside of my cheek and frown tightly, but I'm powerless against her.
She bobs her head nice and slow, dragging her lips with each upward stroke and swallowing around the crown of my cock on every downward motion.
Her hands remain on me, stroking what isn't in her mouth and caressing every inch of me until the fire burning low in my gut is a full-on inferno.
She's talented. So talented that a surge of muted anger licks through my chest at whoever taught her to do this so well.
It hardly matters since she belongs to me, but if I ever came face to face with them, I'd kill them.
Her sucking is slow and deep, drawing me deeper into her mouth and then letting me fall past her lips so she can kiss the tip of my cock and then return me to the delicious heat of her mouth.
She's driving me insane and all I can do is dig my nails into the surface of my desk while Ethan sighs deeply.
"That's all I can do," Ethan murmurs. "Oh, and I put out a request to Rose's family for dinner but I haven't heard anything back yet. Do you want me to go and invite them in person?" Ethan lifts his gaze and then frowns when I meet it. "You alright, boss?"
"Yup."
"You sure? You look a little flushed."
"I am fine," I managed to say, barely hiding how strained my voice is. "If there is nothing else?"
