which means we have no idea what else he’s capable of. My guy will get to the bottom of this, though. Don’t worry. In the meantime, tell no one—and I mean no one —about this, not even your neighbor friend. If Willard gets tipped off in any way, it could ruin my guy’s investigation.”
I took a sip from my sniffer. I didn’t know what kind of booze it was, but it was sharp-tasting and nasty. It was still better than a martini, and I took another sip, then a slower drag.
“Alright,” I said, feeling the alcohol rush through my veins and go straight to my head. “I won’t tell anyone, not even London.”
Anthony smiled and took a sip from his own sniffer, and I found myself staring at how his lips wrapped around the glass.
“Kirby,” he said, pulling the glass away from his lips. “Don’t look at me that way,” he sighed in both pleasure and pain. He tried to move away from the desk, but I stood just in time to stop him.
“Why not?” I asked, moving closer to him until there was barely any space between us.
Anthony looked down over my body, then leaned back against the desk a little again and looked down at his own form. “That’s why,” he said, staring down at the rise in his pants. I, too, looked down to examine—and admire—his obvious boner.
I set my glass down on the desk and, without any further thought, pressed my body against Anthony’s. I ran my hands up over his arms, to his neck, and circled my arms around him.
“Kirby,” he whispered, trying to stop me. When I brought my lips to his, my kiss prevented him from speaking, at least for a moment.
That nasty liquor tasted wonderful on Anthony’s lips, and his soft tongue made me forget all about its sharpness. I couldn’t believe I’d made the first move and thrown myself at him, but I was glad that I did. Our kissing, alone, was worth it, and I knew that anything more would just make it all the more worth it.
“Kirby,” Anthony whispered again, trying desperately to avoid colliding with my mouth before he could continue. “We shouldn’t…”
Anthony lost himself in another kiss, then I picked up where he left off.
“We shouldn’t what?” I asked. “Someone is trying to blackmail you for your ‘selfish, perverse indiscretions,’ but we never really had one. We only went so far, and now we should just keep going…. We’re already being punished for it.”
Anthony didn’t take the time to respond to me, at least not with words. Instead, he pulled me even closer to him and pressed his lips against mine again, separating them with his tongue a moment later. I felt his hard-on throb as I grinded my body against it, and the thought of where this was going made my own sensitive regions twitch with excitement.
Anthony slid my blazer off of me, and it fell to the floor a split-second before he spun me around so that my backside was now up against the desk. He leaned into me a little, then fell to his knees in front of me. His hands were still near my hips, but they slowly trailed down my thighs, to my knees, calves, and feet. He ran his fingers over my shoes and carefully removed them.
After tickling the tops of my feet a bit, Anthony looked wantonly up at me and brought his hands back up to my hips. He tugged at my waistband a little to prepare me, and I watched from above as he proceeded to remove my leggings completely. I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath, and I could tell that he appreciated both the practicality and the concept of my wardrobe decision.
I leaned back against Anthony’s desk and spread my legs just a little, and as soon as I did, he lunged forward to spread them farther and push me farther back on his desk. My arms flailed back a bit when he did, and I inadvertently knocked over the glass of unidentified alcohol, which fell to the floor. Luckily, the floor was carpeted, so it didn’t make a sound. I was sure it’d leave a mark if not tended to quickly, but neither one of us was going to stop
I took a sip from my sniffer. I didn’t know what kind of booze it was, but it was sharp-tasting and nasty. It was still better than a martini, and I took another sip, then a slower drag.
“Alright,” I said, feeling the alcohol rush through my veins and go straight to my head. “I won’t tell anyone, not even London.”
Anthony smiled and took a sip from his own sniffer, and I found myself staring at how his lips wrapped around the glass.
“Kirby,” he said, pulling the glass away from his lips. “Don’t look at me that way,” he sighed in both pleasure and pain. He tried to move away from the desk, but I stood just in time to stop him.
“Why not?” I asked, moving closer to him until there was barely any space between us.
Anthony looked down over my body, then leaned back against the desk a little again and looked down at his own form. “That’s why,” he said, staring down at the rise in his pants. I, too, looked down to examine—and admire—his obvious boner.
I set my glass down on the desk and, without any further thought, pressed my body against Anthony’s. I ran my hands up over his arms, to his neck, and circled my arms around him.
“Kirby,” he whispered, trying to stop me. When I brought my lips to his, my kiss prevented him from speaking, at least for a moment.
That nasty liquor tasted wonderful on Anthony’s lips, and his soft tongue made me forget all about its sharpness. I couldn’t believe I’d made the first move and thrown myself at him, but I was glad that I did. Our kissing, alone, was worth it, and I knew that anything more would just make it all the more worth it.
“Kirby,” Anthony whispered again, trying desperately to avoid colliding with my mouth before he could continue. “We shouldn’t…”
Anthony lost himself in another kiss, then I picked up where he left off.
“We shouldn’t what?” I asked. “Someone is trying to blackmail you for your ‘selfish, perverse indiscretions,’ but we never really had one. We only went so far, and now we should just keep going…. We’re already being punished for it.”
Anthony didn’t take the time to respond to me, at least not with words. Instead, he pulled me even closer to him and pressed his lips against mine again, separating them with his tongue a moment later. I felt his hard-on throb as I grinded my body against it, and the thought of where this was going made my own sensitive regions twitch with excitement.
Anthony slid my blazer off of me, and it fell to the floor a split-second before he spun me around so that my backside was now up against the desk. He leaned into me a little, then fell to his knees in front of me. His hands were still near my hips, but they slowly trailed down my thighs, to my knees, calves, and feet. He ran his fingers over my shoes and carefully removed them.
After tickling the tops of my feet a bit, Anthony looked wantonly up at me and brought his hands back up to my hips. He tugged at my waistband a little to prepare me, and I watched from above as he proceeded to remove my leggings completely. I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath, and I could tell that he appreciated both the practicality and the concept of my wardrobe decision.
I leaned back against Anthony’s desk and spread my legs just a little, and as soon as I did, he lunged forward to spread them farther and push me farther back on his desk. My arms flailed back a bit when he did, and I inadvertently knocked over the glass of unidentified alcohol, which fell to the floor. Luckily, the floor was carpeted, so it didn’t make a sound. I was sure it’d leave a mark if not tended to quickly, but neither one of us was going to stop
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