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The Secretary (commanderShepard x Leahrose1111)

She nodded, still catching her breath through the aftershocks. "Thank you, Sir....." she fixated on his face, reading his emotions and his satisfaction. She reached for his hand, and slowly brought his fingers to her lips. She sucked each of his fingers carefully, cleaning them of her sex while drawing them in and out of her mouth erotically.
 
His stare as she licked each finger was nothing short of ravenous hunger. "I hope you know I am going to be doing that every time I see you now. It may have.... ripple effects in the office."
 
"That's understood," as she licked and cleaned the final finger. "No one will be able to match your energy with me, and I certainly won't enjoy it the same. Just know that." She kissed his fingertips, and wiped his arms and her neck and cleavage with the fabric napkins she'd brought with the coffee. "Also know I'll be disappointed if you don't bury your tongue or fingers into me every time you see me." She smiled at him.
 
"I am sure I will enjoy watching, even if it makes me jealous. Put on a show for me," he suggested. "We have that meeting thus afternoon. We can see how this goes then."
 
"I'll do my best, but I'm still easing into it with the others. I don't want them to have the full greenlight just yet. This is a whole new concept to me." As she went to climb down from his desk, she ran her foot up the inside of his thigh and brushed his man hood gently.
 
"Based on what I've seen so far, they may not give you much of a choice," Scott pointed out. As she brushed him, she could feel he was rock hard and considerably lengthy.
 
"Mm. You're probably right." She was immediately distracted and hungry at the feel of his erection. "Just keep me safe with it, okay?" She looked up at the clock. "Everyone will be here any minute." She started straightening herself up and wiping up the wet that dripped on the floor.
 
He returned to his seat, watching her clean. This was part of their dynamic, her still doing all the tasks she was hired for while he acted like the executive he was. "How about every day, rather than getting you off over coffee, I get you to the edge. Then you might be more amenable to anything else that happens."
 
"I certainly wouldn't want to end up too spoiled by your affection every day." She grinned at him. "In the same token, I'm anxious to see how long you hold out before you do some real damage." She looked from his lap to his face a few times. Her mouth watered thinking about tasting him.
 
Scott chuckled. "All in good time. Now, get going," he said with amusement as he returned to his work.

Not five minutes after she left his office, she was passing some lower level employee in the hall. He reached out with one hand and cupped her breast fully, giving it a good squeeze as if he owned her.
 
She greeted him politely as she should, and went about her busy morning. There were files and phone messages to run, copies to be made. Her had was stuck swirling around Scott. " Of all women....he chose me."
 
The afternoon came and there was another meeting. Mark and George weren't in attendance, but the others were, including Scott. He was the last to arrive in the conference room.
 
She greeted the room, buzzing around handing out agendas and pens and pencils. She looked up at Scott as she took her seat.
 
Scott took one look at her and stood up. He walked around the table to where she was seated at the end, facing the TV. Tom started going over the meeting topic as Scott stepped behind Delaney, running his hands over her shoulders and down her arms.
 
She looked up at him over her shoulder and smiled. She otherwise payed no mind to him as she took her notes. At one time, she raised her hand and interrupted Tom. "My apologies Mr. Bringham. I received a phone call from the broker for this file just before our meeting. They had an important update- they requested an in-person conversation in the next few days to restructure the business plan."
 
Even as she spoke, Scott lifted her out of the chair she sat in. He pushed on her back, forcing her to bend over the table.

Tom frowned in curiosity, but responded. "That's really going to set us back. Are they able to come into the office, and how soon?"

When her chest was against the table top, Scott lifted Delaney's dress and flipped it onto her back. Her ass and pussy were on full display to anyone walking past the conference room. Scott just ran his hand down between her legs, feeling her wetness.
 
She easily obliged, but struggled to hold her composure as he touched her. "They..uh. They requested tomorrow at 2pm or the following day at 11am. I've booked the room for either. They are waiting for your call back to confirm." Her wet from this morning still lingered. She felt her knees tremble from the anticipation and need.
 
"Tomorrow at 2. You call them back, that's why we hired you," Tom said, and continued the meeting. Scott continued to stand behind Delaney. He found her clit and began rubbing it in incessant circles.
 
"Yes, Sir. I'll call." Her response was soft and breathy. She was still tender from this morning's activities, and his rough fingers were making it difficult to stay steady.
 
Scott didn't care about her composure. He was intent on turning her into a moaning wet mess. His broad fingers knew exactly what they were doing. The other men watched occasionally but continued with business as usual.
 
She held out as long as she could before her sounds started to escape. She attempted to hide them in looking down at the table and tucking her head into her elbow. They were breathy moans at first with no pitch, but it wasn't long before she squeaked while Tom was talking.
 
Tom fell quiet and met her gaze. A smirk cracked across his face. "It's fine, don't hold back. Just... let Jordan and I enjoy the view, and take those huge tits of yours out."
 
She did as she was told, unclasping her bra in the front and pulling her breasts outside of her dress. She raised herself slightly up on her forearms so they would hang fully, yet still rest on the table.
 
Jordan and Tom both watched with predatory intent as her breasts fell free. They each reached out and took a breast in their hand, both of them fondling her at the same time. Scott continued rubbing her now so wet that they could all hear the squelching sounds.
 
She opened her stance with her legs, allowing the free flow of her wet to drip over his hand and run down her legs. She looked back and forth between Jordan and Tom as she pushed up on her hands and arched her back. Her breasts lifted off the table, giving them more access. She let her moans roll freely, but kept them soft and ladylike.
 
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