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“Good. I’d rather live with the dark truth instead of a glittering lie.”

I kiss her, and hope to god she doesn’t regret it. When we finally come up for air, I take her hand and lead her down the hallway.

“Where are we going?” she asks, slightly breathless from our kiss.

“I have a bit more work to do today, so I thought I’d show you some things in the house you might like.” I proceed to give her the rest of the tour, including the indoor gym, the library, and rooftop hot tub. “Think you’ll manage for a few hours?” I ask her.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve got a date with the treadmill. I’ve had cabin fever something fierce.”

I drop her at her former room to get her workout clothes.

“Roxanne.”

She turns to look at me.

“You should start moving the rest of your things into my bedroom too.”

Her eyes flash, before a tiny smirk appears and she throws me a jaunty, over the top salute and disappears into the closet.

Back in my office, I return to the mountain of monotonous crap I’d run away from earlier. Periodically, some of the boys pop in with various updates on the less legal side of business. Fuck, it would be easier if we could just bloody email.

The computer dings softly, a calendar reminder.For fuck’s sake.The bloody charity ball is tomorrow. There was a new wing of the children’s hospital opening soon, and our company donated a lot of cash and construction work to making it happen. Therefore, the charity ball to celebrate the pending opening. It’s good for the company to be seen publicly for stuff like this. I’m half tempted to send Patrick in my place when the idea of Roxanne in a formal gown has my cock growing hard again. I send off a couple of emails arranging for a showing at several different designers in town.

A soft knock drags me out of my daydreaming.

“Enter,” I say, not looking up.

The soft scent of her peppermint shampoo grabs my attention. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.”

She’s dressed casually, her hair still wet from the shower. She comes around to my side of the desk and drops to her knees.

“What are you up to, little one?”

Her eyes burn with pure, hot desire. “Oh? Me? I’m going to get under your desk and suck your cock while you’re working.”

“Oh, fuck, baby.” How my trousers are even containing my straining cock is a mystery to me.

True to her word, she leans forward into her hands and crawls under the desk. She spins, and she scoots forward to wrap her lips around my cock, through the pants, blowing warm air around it. I moan, fisting my hands through her wet hair.

She scoots deeper under my desk, motioning for me to pull my chair in. She undoes my belt and the button of my pants, then slowly slides the zipper down. My cock springs out, a drop of pre-cum already leaking out. She wraps her hand around the base of my cock and licks from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around the head. She opens her mouth and slowly slides down the length of my cock, her eyes looking straight into mine the entire time.

A shudder runs through my body. “Jesus, baby, you’re fucking perfect.”

She hums something in response, the vibrations running up my shaft and causing my cock to jerk. She takes my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, until I feel it bumping into the back of her throat. I feel her gag and she pulls back.

“Oh, no, baby, get back here.” With her hair, I pull her forward until I can feel the back of her throat again. I stop my advance, letting her get used to my cock. She’s still softly gagging and her big green eyes are begging for mercy.

I shake my head. “Breathe through your nose, Roxanne. Focus on opening your throat for me. I want you to learn to take my entire cock between your pretty little lips.”

When I feel the muscles give way, I slowly start to ease down her throat, until her nose is brushing my abdomen.

“That’s it, baby. You’re such a good girl.”

Her eyes show unmistakable pride, but also sparkle with mischief. She starts to bob her head up and down, settling into a rhythm of alternating deep throating my cock and twisting her talented tongue up and down my shaft.

“Oh, fuck, yes, baby!” Between the sensations of her mouth and the erotic sight kneeling in front of me, I can feel my balls starting to tighten.

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