“Yeah,” she says, “but are you sure you really want to go get it right now?”

Her case is all the stronger for the fact that she’s rubbing my tip over her folds.

“Want to, no,” I tell her. “But you’re not my last appointment today.”

“Got another sex kitten coming in here after me, huh?”

“Yeah,” I tease, “and she’s the jealous type.”

“Oh, I’m not that worried about it,” Grace says. “I could kick her ass.”

“You know,” I tell her, trying to keep my eyes in a forward position as Grace eases me into her, “if there actually was another woman, I’m pretty sure you could.”

“Damn straight,” she says, and brings her legs back from behind me. “The towel’s in the bottom of my purse,” she tells me. “You should probably grab it.”

“Genius plan,” I tell her. “Wherever do you come up with such brilliant ideas?”

“You know,” she says, “I think I liked you better before you learned how to be sarcastic. That’s my shtick, you know.”

I make my way around the desk, shirt on, tie off, belt on, pants on and my throbbing self hanging out the front like some primitive compass.

It’s easy enough finding the towel in the bottom of Grace’s purse as there’s almost nothing else in there with the exception of her vaporizer, her keys, and a couple pairs of spare condoms to be used for any eventuality.

“Lift your butt,” I tell her, and she lifts herself a few inches off the desk.

The wood beneath her is already a little wet, but there’s not much we can do about that right now, so I just set the towel down under her.

“Actually,” I tell her as I come back around the desk, “stay like that for a minute.”

Her heels — her bare heels, that is — are on the edge of the desk, and she’s supporting her upper body with her arms.

I position myself back between her legs, and as I work myself halfway into her, I put one of my forearms under each knee, and before I lift her at all, I tell her to put her arms around my neck.

She does, and when she’s comfortable with her grip, I lift her the rest of the way off of the desk.

“Look at you getting all adventurous,” she whispers in my ear, and before I slide into her the rest of the way, she grabs the towel from the desk behind her, her other hand firm against my upper back, and she drapes it over my cock. “I figured you probably didn’t want your pants to, you know…”

“Thanks,” I tell her, and she puts her other arm back around my neck. I bring her lower body against mine, going all the way into her now.

Her chin is resting on my shoulder as she embraces me, and I’m just hoping we’re not both going to need a tie to shove in our mouths to keep quiet, as the logistics of that aren’t particularly appealing at the moment.

Her breasts are still exposed out the top of her shirt, and every so often when she leans back, I get a quick glimpse of them as they tremble from our motion.

Everything is absolutely phenomenal right up until I hear the door to the outer office; the waiting room opening up.

“Shit,” I whisper, and lift Grace off of me, setting her down softly, her feet on the floor.

She grabs the towel and she runs around the desk, putting it into her purse.

Meanwhile, I’ve got my back to the door and I’m persuading my very hard cock back into my pants, and with some more effort, into my boxers, which I don’t bother buttoning as I only have a moment to zip up my pants before-

There’s a knock on the door and it opens.

I’m sitting in my chair, my legs far enough under my desk that the bulge in my pants isn’t visible.

Grace is sitting in one of the chairs across from me, and we both look over toward the door, smiling like we’re happy to see Yuri.

“Hey, boss,” she says. “I’m back early. I hope you don’t mind.”

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