Bent over my desk.
The words make me shiver. They're exactly what I wanted to hear.
Mister Fletcher gets up from his chair, pushing it back with a nudge of his foot, and takes a step back. For a second, I'm left wondering why he moved away before he nods at the desk in front of me.
And it clicks in my head. He just wanted a better view of me.
So I put on a show. Taking a step forward to be in the center of the desk, I turn on my heel and make sure to keep my eyes locked on him as I slowly arch my back and lower myself down onto his desk. And from the way that he's looking at me, I know that I'm right where he wants me.
He takes just a second to let his eyes wander before his patience snaps, and he rushes to move behind me, his hands going to my hips and grinding against me through the fabric. I can feel the hard length pressing against my ass as I let myself arch up, my entire body tense and trembling.
Fuck. I've wanted to do this for so long,he mutters, his voice harsher and rougher than I remember it being just a second ago.
I've wanted you... for so long.
"Ah!" The gasp is torn from my lips before I can stop myself, and my orgasm hits me full force. There's the lightheaded feeling that rushes through me, thankfully making everything that's chaotic in my life feel a little further away than it actually is.
But one thing's for certain.
I need to figure out what's going on with Mister Fletcher.