She stopped but didn’t look at him. “We’re not?”
“Don’t you remember what I said I was going to do the next time I was with you?”
Staring at the closed door, she tried to remember but wasn’t quick enough.
“If you’re wearing panties, you’re gonna need to take them off.”
Suddenly, the memory soared into her mind. Her pussy pulsated as though his mouth was already on it, and the thought of his tongue touching her anywhere toyed with her emotions and her body all at once.
“Don’t worry. I’ll stick with giving and not taking.”
The comment forced Kaley to look over her shoulder at him.
With his ass resting on the edge of the desk, his hand still casually shoved into the pocket of his jeans, and a wolfish grin on his gorgeous face, he said sternly, “Take your panties off and come over here.”
“You want me to…” She glanced at the door. “In here?”
“What I want is for you to do as I say, but the choice is ultimately yours. You can be a good girl and walk out that door, and I’ll see you on Friday. Or,” he said, gripping the edge of the desk with his hands and leaning forward, “you can bring that sweet little ass over here and let me taste you.”