Everything in her became hot and wet. “Mykolas.” Her mouth ran dry.
“My risk gift,” he told her wickedly even as he continued walking towards her and undressing himself.
She slowly started backing away. “Mykolas, you can’t be serious. This is your office and they know…”
“Like I said, my love. It’s my risk gift.”
He was bare-chested now, and the sight of all his smooth golden skin had her flustered, so much so she didn’t realize she had backed away so much she ended up bumping into his desk.
“Why didn’t you say so,” Mykolas purred. “If you wanted to try my desk first before the pole, I’ll gladly oblige.”
Velvet’s face flooded with color. “Mykolas!”
But he was already flipping Velvet around, making her grip the edge of the table as he lifted her skirt up and reached for her pu**y. “Table it is,” Mykolas whispered as he stroked her pu**y until it was ready to welcome his c**k with a soaking wet entrance.
~ The End ~