Beautiful Scamp

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He looks up from his desk as I walk in, a phone pressed to his ear, then looks down at his computer screen. Then does a double take.

“Lenny, I’m going to have to call you back. Something’s just come up.”

I smirk as I saunter across the room towards him, letting the door close itself behind me. The glass walls of his office have blinds, but they’re not drawn. I’m sure all his employees saw me come in here, but I don’t care. This is all for him. Leaning over his desk, I let him get a good look down the criss-cross laces of the short dress I put on before riding the elevator down here.

And it was all I put on.

“What’s come up?” I ask innocently, sliding onto the desk in front of him as I watch his eyes trace up and down my body. I smooth my hands over the fabric of the dress, pulling it against my body, feeling my nipples peak against it.

“Fuck…” he murmurs, and shifts in his seat. I’m pretty sure I know exactly what’s come up. “Scamp, what are you—?”

“I was bored on my own,” I tell him. “I don’t really watch much TV and it’s been a long time since I’ve had time for hobbies.”

“Okay, you want me to take you shopping? Or out somewhere? I just need to finish up what I’m doing here.”

I shake my head. “We’re good right here. I’m not wearing panties, by the way.” I watch his face turn red after I throw the words out, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “You want to see? This desk looks comfy.”

As I move my ass on the desk, he gets the hint. In what seems like almost a single leap, he’s up out of his chair and across the room, drawing the blinds on the windows that face in towards the rest of the office space. When he turns back to me, I lick my lips and grin.

“Naughty little minx,” he says, shaking his head on a sniff. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Oh, didn’t I make that clear? Today, Mr. Garcia, you can do whatever you like with me.”

I pout and spread my legs, the short skirt of the dress riding up my bare legs. I watch his eyes dart to the display, his mouth dropping open just a crack, before I cross one long leg over the other, hiding myself from him.

And he growls as he lurches forward.

“Spread them,” he demands and a tingle shoots down my spine. “Let me see what’s mine.”

“Why don’t you take what’s yours?” Watching him gulp, I lean back against the desktop, scattering pens with my elbows as I nonchalantly breathe in through my nose and turn my head to look at his screen. “Boring,” I say, and mash a few keys, messing up the cells of the spreadsheet he was working on.

In a few strides, he’s back in front of me and I feel his hands on my legs, roughly pulling them apart. “I said spread them.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, returning my attention to him as I let him prise my knees apart.

A low rumble comes from his chest as he moves his hands to my shoulders, and I gasp as he takes hold of the fabric of the dress and pulls apart, ripping it sideways and down, exposing my breasts to the cool air-conditioned room.

“Mine,” he rumbles. “All mine.”

“All yours,” I confirm, running my fingers over his suit jacket and easing it from his arms. Then I trail my hand down the front of his shirt and cup the huge bulge under his trousers. “And this is mine.”

“Then you’d better tend to it,” he says. “It needs attention.”

I grin as I slide down off the desk, letting the dress fall around my ankles as I lick my lips. I look up into his eyes as I drop to my knees in front of him. I won’t deny that my heart is thundering now that it’s getting close to the moment. I’ve never done anything like this before and I don’t know how it will go. From the size of what I’ve felt and seen, I’m not even sure my mouth is big enough and I’m pretty sure my pussy is way too small. But I’m also sure I’m not the first woman to find herself in this position and there must be a way.

Slipping his belt through its loop, I feel a dome bobbing at the waistband of his pants, but surely it can’t be the head of his cock? Nervous excitement tingles through me at the thought. If it is, he’s even bigger than I suspected. I fumble with the button, then pull down the zipper, and finally see the ridge of it barely held behind his boxers.