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He continues to piston in and out of me, leaning down and covering my back with his front. Bishop swells inside me and bites my shoulder as he lets go and falls into pleasure. I feel his warm release drip down my thighs, making me shudder at the filthiness of it all.
Once his orgasm has faded, Bishop unties my wrists and turns me around, helping me sit on his desk. He grabs some tissues and cleans me up before wrapping his arms around me and holding me close to his chest.
“That was incredible, Harlow,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”
“It was really hot,” I whisper, my cheeks burning with equal parts embarrassment and arousal.
Bishop chuckles and kisses me sweetly, nibbling on the bottom lip before pulling away. "Yeah, it was."
I open my mouth to ask him if we can schedule a similar meeting every afternoon this week, but Bishop takes a step back and tucks his still half-hard cock away before handing me my blouse.
I smile at him, getting myself together and straightening out my clothes and hair.
“Oh! Where are my panties?”
“Somewhere safe,” Bishop says, his voice low and gravelly.
My mouth hangs open as he just smiles and winks at me.
“Of all the inappropriate, sexy, dirty things we’ve done today,thatis the one that shocks you?” he teases.
“Oh, I’ve been plenty shocked today, sir. You just didn’t get to see my face because you had me tied up and bent over your desk. Maybe next time I can tie you up?”
Bishop growls and opens his mouth to say something, but I unlock his door and sashay over to my desk, throwing him what I hope is a flirty look over my shoulder. He grins and shakes his head, which makes my tummy erupt in butterflies.
A few hours later, I’ve managed to get into the rhythm of work, though my thoughts are never far from Bishop. He left a little while ago for a late lunch meeting that will probably keep him out of the office until the end of the day. We didn’t make any definite plans, but after the way he commanded my pleasure in his office, I’m sure we’re going to fall into bed again tonight.
My cell phone rings, and I almost ignore it, but I see my dad’s name pop up. Grimacing, I know I have to take this call or he will just keep bothering me until I do.
“Hey, dad,” I answer in what I hope is a neutral voice.
“I heard something this morning that was very upsetting,” he starts. Wonderful. I love starting my Mondays with a heaping helping of guilt from my father.
“Oh?”
“Don’t play dumb,” he snaps. “One of my colleagues said he saw you with Mr. Castillo at a party Friday night.”
I grow lightheaded, my stomach twisting in on itself before I realize what a dick he’s being. “Well, I was supposed to go with you Friday night,” I counter. Huge mistake.
“So when your father couldn’t take you to a party, you decided to lash out and attach yourself to Bishop Castillo? Did you spread your legs for him too?”
“Dad!” I whisper-shout with a gasp. “What the hell?”
“That’s not a no.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Jesus Christ, Harlow. When I got this job for you, I really thought you were starting to turn your life around.”
“My life was never in ruins. It was just different from what you and mom planned for me.”
“But no,” he continues, not acknowledging my statement. “You went and messed that up, too. This is highly inappropriate and embarrassing. Did you think about your family or reputation at all when seducing your boss?”
“Dad, stop. You’re making it sound like I had some grand scheme. That’s not at all what happened.”
“But somethingdidhappen?”
“I… Well, it’s…” I’m flustered and tripping over my own words as sweat beads on my forehead and upper lip. “It’s none of your business,” I say again, lamely falling back on my previous statement.
