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The Secretary (commanderShepard x Leahrose1111)

But Scott was watching Tom, his expression a little cross. Was he... jealous? He was out of Delaney's reach, but surely he wanted to touch her as well. But the meeting ended before it could be resolved, and Mark dismissed them all, even with Tom still fondling Delaney.
 
She gently pulled her body away from Tom, nodding to him. "Have a good day, Mr. Bringham." She looked up at Scott, seeing his expression. Not knowing how to address it, she busied herself pushing in chairs, collecting pens, and brushing the table clean. Now that the meeting was over, she pulled her shirt back down to cover her breasts. It wasn't much help, being translucent white and thin. It left little to the imagination as it was. She watched Tom as he left the room, and slowly approached Scott.
 
"See you tomorrow morning?" Scott asked her, but he left the room before she could answer and went straight to his office. She didn't see him again the rest of the day. He knew he wasn't entitled to Delaney, but he didn't love having to share her, either. But he wasn't going to make a fuss about it.

The following morning, he arrived the same way as before and was in his office working before Delaney got to work.
 
Just as the day before, her gentle knock interrupted his start to the day. "Good morning, Sir." She stood timidly in his doorway, coffee tray in hand. She'd dug through her closet, hoping that today's Dress would please him, and lift away any ackwardness. She approached his desk slowly, waiting for him to look up.
 
Scott worked a moment longer before he looked up at her and gave her a warm smile, but not the open grin from the day before. "Good morning. Thank you for the coffee."
 
"Thank you for yesterday morning." She poured his cup and made it just like he liked. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened in the meeting. I had to follow orders, but I was not expecting Mr. Bingham to do what he did. I don't really know what the expectation is that Mr. Carlin has set down for me......" She continued to ramble nervously, trying to find the right words. She eventually shut herself up by taking a long swig from her cup, breathing slowly.
 
"Do you want to know what I think?" he asked, cutting her off. He watched her from his seat, not getting up. "Fuck them, that's what I think. I don't care what they do to you, I think you and I have something special. And if you disagree, well, I'm going to keep touching you anyway."
 
"I don't disagree at all, Mr. Wilson. My body instantly reacted to you, and the energy connect was real. You giving me the name Angel...that means something to me." She came around the edge of his desk, sitting on it and facing him.
 
"Is that so?" he asked, looking up at her. He moved his chair so he was in front of her, and then he put his hands on her knees and gently started pushing them apart. "What does it mean to you?"
 
She spread her legs for him, pulling her dress up. She hadn't worn panties this morning, hoping to entice him. "You saying it the first time was not the first time I heard it, and hearing you say it let me know that the connection is there." She scooted her hips forward just a little.
 
"How willing you are, Angel..." he murmured. He gazed upon her bare womanhood, clearly perking up at the sight. He slid his hands up her legs until he rubbed his thumb up and down her lips.
 
"You barely got a taste yesterday. I can't leave your starving like that again." Her sex was already leaking through her lips in anticipation. She desperately wanted to pull his face in, but he was in control. She had to be patient.
 
He didn't move his head forward, though. As she sat there, he positioned his hand at her entrance. Gently, he parted her lips and eased two fingers into her, watching her facial expression intently.
 
She held his gaze as his fingers entered her. Her sex oozed around them They were bigger than she imagined, and a soft sigh of relief crossed her face with the gentle stretch. She bit her lip, looking for any reaction from him.
 
His hands were slightly rough from manual labor. Probably yard work, but a rugged man like this probably went camping and chopped wood, smelling of wood smoke as he split logs. He just watched her, his eyes bright with amusement, as he pushed all the way to his last knuckle and curled his fingers inside her.
 
Her head tilted and her mouth fell open as she gasped with a squeaked. She bit her lip as her breath quickened. He'd hit her gspot with that first curl, but she wasn't about to let him know that.
 
"I do...." she moaned. "I want you to do this to me, and taste me every time I see you." She situated herself so her legs extended on the arms of his chair and leaned back on her hands.
 
"Taste you every time?" he chuckled. "That would certainly cause a stir in meetings." His fingers worked faster, curling over and over against her walls. He was loving the way her body responded and the faces she made.
 
"I'm about to make a mess" she moaned at him. He continously hit her spot. Her hips rocked against his fingers. She felt her squirt building up, and soon, she wouldn't be able to hold it back.
 
"But...your suit!" Her moans were desperate now, high pitched and intense. She was seconds away. Her face was flushed in desperation and aching need.
 
He quickly rolled up his sleeve and then stood up. He towered over her, looking straight down her cleavage as his hand kept working. The angle was more awkward but it got the job done. His breath was heavy from the exertion.
 
His change in angle was enough to send her over the edge. She beared down, moaning in ecstasy as she climaxed. Squirt after flooding squirt released from her womanhood, hitting the floor and up over his wrist. Her womanhood oozed over his fingers in viscous blobs. Her moans and panting were unbridled. Her chest heaved as waves of pleasure crossed her face. She had the sweetest smile of relief as her orgasm slowly subsided.
 
Scott watched, enraptured, the entire time. He had never seen a woman squirt so much before, and it turned him on. "Mmm... good girl Angel," he said. He slowly pulled his hand back and held it up, glistening to his elbow with her juices. It dripped onto her ample cleavage and neck.
 
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