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The Secretary (commanderShepard x Leahrose1111)

She froze, nearly spilling the cream when she heard him call her that. There's no way he could have known her thoughts from the night before. She righted herself, stirring his coffee gently and passing it to him. She quickly made her own, and took a seat in front of him.
 
He noticed her reaction, and admittedly it was not what he expected based on their previous flirting. But then, he had be fairly bold. "Thank you," he said as she sat. He picked up his mug and drank, making a sound of satisfaction.
 
"Um. I was glad you came by my desk yesterday." She got up from her chair, and moved the tray to the bookshelf. As she returned, she took it upon herself to sit on the corner of his desk and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up nearly to her panty line, exposing her tattooed thighs and smooth, tanned skin.
 
He followed her movements like a hawk. When she sat next to him, he stared at her legs as a grin spread across his face. He placed a hand on her leg, halfway up her thigh. He looked up at her and said, "I am glad too. It's nice to get to know you better."
 
She set her hands down in her lap, holding her cup tightly, and applying pressure to his hand. Her silent "no" for the moment, just to tease him. "I figured we'd be working on the Walker project this morning, since it's such a high demand." She hopped down from his desk, her breasts and ass bouncing as her feet hit the floor. She retrieved the file from its cabinet, and opened it on the desk in front of him. She bent at the waist, her skirt coming up and exposing the bottom curve of her cheeks. She'd worn a crimson lace tanga underneath that fit her like a glove.
 
Scott was forced to move his hands when she got up. But then she was back and bending beside him. He leaned back and looked, but he didn't touch this time. She had made it clear she didn't want that. His coworkers may have touched without asking, but he was different. At least so far.
 
She bent over even further, pushing her hips back toward him. Her skirt came up over her curves and fell toward her lower back. Fully exposed, she was nervous, but this is what was expected of her right? He was so sexy....and powerful. She felt herself panties grow wet. She decided to take a risk, popping the front clasp of her bra. She lifted her shirt slightly, and her voluminous breasts fell from their cage, dropping onto his desk with a soft, but unmistakable thud.
 
She must have been playing coy earlier, because when she adjusted her position and clothing, she was baring almost everything to him. "Oh Angel... good girl," Scott said in his deep, husky voice. He leaned his head down, biting her panties gently, his beard and nose brushing her ass and legs. Then he pulled back tugging them out and away from her.
 
She moaned softly for him, putting a deep arch in her back to give him more the play with. Her womanhood was smooth and soft, and surely glistening by now. "Thank you, Mr. Wilson," she cooed back to him. She'd never felt a man's beard between her legs before. It was soft, but just scratchy enough to stimulate her.
 
He set her panties down again, pulled off to the side. "Yes... I can definitely get used to this every morning." He planted a kiss directly on her lips, sliding his tongue between them and tasting her.

His office door opened and George walked in. He stopped dead as he beheld Delaney's large breasts fully on display as she bent over Scott's desk. Then he noticed Scott's head between her legs, and her skirt flipped up.

"Good morning Miss Andrews..." he smirked at the view.
 
She startled, sitting herself down in Scott's lap abruptly. "Good mor.." she swallowed hard. "Good morning, Sir." She had forgotten to pull her shirt down, and her breasts hung heavily and even more exposed. They were a beautiful teardrop shape with perfectly proportional nipples.
 
"Morning George," Scott said, reaching around Delaney with both arms. He cupped her breasts in his hands, lifting and squeezing. "Was there something you needed?"

"To see this, apparently," George replied. "Miss Andrews, I didn't know you were so open to collaboration. I suppose James had his side of the story right the other day after all."
 
His touch was incredible. She could feel the energy he had for her in his fingertips. "No, he was definitely wrong, but, I guess I am learning to pick and choose my battles at this point. I believe our morning board meeting starts shortly. I'll have the conference room set up properly. " Her words broke up and paused occasionally as she enjoyed her breasts being handled.
 
"I thought we said no further argument, Miss Andrews," George said. He looked at her for a moment, considering. "Keep your blouse the way it is for that board meeting." With that, he turned and walked out of the office, leaving the door open.
 
She turned around to look at Scott. "Was he serious?" She ran her thumb across his lips, wiping away her sex from his beard. She tugged her panties between her legs, repositioning them.
 
"Only one way to find out," he said. "But I, for one, support seeing these all the time, Angel." He gave her breasts a squeeze, rolling her nipples to make them hard.
 
"Mmmm...so, do I answer to Angel or Miss Andrews now?" She asked, grinding her hips into his lap. "It's an awfully affectionate name for your assistant, isn't it?"
 
"That depends on the situation," Scott said. "And if you keep moving like that, Miss Andrews, you are going to be in trouble." Despite his warning, he continued fondling her chest playfully.
 
"Understood, Mr. Wilson." She stood up from his lap, and smoothed her skirt. "Your board meeting starts in 5 minutes." She pulled her shirt down over her breasts, but slipped out of her bra. She dropped it on the floor next to his desk as she picked up the coffee tray. "Don't be late, Sir." She grinned at him and left the room.

She hurried back to her desk to retrieve her tablet to take notes, and contemplated George's orders earlier. If he was serious, and she didnt follow directions, she'd be walked out immediately. If he wasn't serious, the embarrassment of not getting the joke would be exponential. She settled into her seat at the end of the large table. George had not seen her through the window yet, and as he turned the door handle, she made a split decision. She lifted her shirt up as it had been, her breasts nearly resting on the surface. She diverted her gaze to her tablet, but kept an eye on staff as they filed into the room.
 
George came in and glanced at her. He gave no sign of reaction - no smug look, no nod of approval, nothing. He just took his place at the table. Others that came in raised their eyebrows at her or gave her devilish looks. Scott grinned knowingly at her, then winked. Mark came in last and also said nothing. The meeting went underway as though everything were normal.
 
She smiled back and blushed at Scott. She was somewhat unnerved by the lack of reaction from George and the majority of the rest of the execs, but, maybe that was a good thing. Hopefully the drama was behind her. If she was in trouble for being exposed, surely there would have been some shock and commotion
 
Tom Bringam was seated next to Delaney like always. Halfway through the meeting, while George was in the middle of going over a financial report, Tom leaned towards Delaney, keeping his attention on George. He casually reached out and cupped her exposed breast with his hand, and left it there. He squeezed once gently, but treated it as if he was using a stress ball.
 
She turned and smiled at Tom, acknowledging his need. She scooted her chair a little closer so he didnt have to reach as far. Inside her head, her sense of logic started to speak to her. "So this is why it was such a big deal for James to be right. He's expected to be right, and I wasn't hired to be their assistant. This must be....normal for this office? Having a woman around to ease their physical stress? I don't know....maybe this isn't a good idea." Her eyes met with Scott's. "Then again...."
 
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