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I move to stand in front of her until I’m towering over her. Now I see why they call her the Ice Queen.

“Would you really fire me?” I ask trying not to let her hear the hurt in my voice.

She closes her eyes for a brief moment, and when she looks up at me her face has softened. Back to being my Sadie. “I don’t want to, but if you continue to space out for an entire meeting, then I’ll have to do something. I can’t show favoritism.”

I nod because it’s the only thing I can do in that moment.

“How about I fill you in on what you missed while you eye fucked me during the entire meeting?”

I grimace. “That bad, huh?”

“That bad.” She mimics me. Her eyes move back to the door once again and when her eyes come back to mine there’s a fire in them that was missing before. “How are your knees?”

“Um… good. No problems. Why?” I ask confused.

Where the hell is she going with this?

I doubt my knees have anything to do with the proposal.

“Because,” she smiles as she sits on the edge of her desk. “I want you to get on your knees and lick my pussy.”

Instantly I fall to my knees, my hands tracing up the length of her long legs to underneath the hem of her skirt. I slowly take my time traveling the last few inches to her sweet heat. My gaze never leaves her face as I watch her eyes burn with want for me. For my mouth.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all morning. I need for you to put me out of my misery.”

Raising her skirt until it’s up around her waist, I lick her inner thigh until I reach her soaked panties. Fuck she smells amazing. I almost cum in my pants from her smell alone and how much she wants me.

Instead, I bite the fabric and brush her clit with the ridge of my nose.

Pulling her panties aside, I slowly lick up her slit with my tongue flat until I reach her clit. I swirl my tongue, kissing her beautiful pussy as Sadie bucks and grabs onto my hair, grinding against my face.

“Fuck, yes, Tyson. Just like that,” she moans with each lick and thrust of my fingers.

When I feel her clench around two of my fingers, I suck on her clit; her legs firmly clamping onto my head as she rides out her climax. Slowing my movements, I wring every last bit of pleasure out of her.

Sitting back on my heels, I adjust myself in my pants for the second time that day. There’s no doubt in my mind, I’m going to be hard for the rest of today, or until I can sink into her sweet heat.

“This isn’t going to help me not want you in the work place. Now, I’ll always be thinking of you like this, and your face as you came all over my face.”

A slow smile spreads across her face as she lazily looks down at me. “That was mind blowing. If I could, I’d keep you under my desk to do that to me every day. Unfortunately, I don’t think you’ll fit.”

“Doubtful, but I’ll happily be of service whenever you need me.”

“I like the sound of that,” she smiles down at me. Her eyes sated. “Thank you for that. I really needed it.”

“Like I said. Happy to be of service. I should probably get back to work before they wonder what’s going on in here.”

“Probably. Next time we have a meeting you need to stay focused. I want you to do well on this project. I picked you because I read over your proposal, and I like your ideas the best, but you’re going to have to work with Amy and Brent, and I can tell they aren’t happy an intern was brought onto the project. We’ll talk more about it at the meeting Friday afternoon.”

“I’ll try my best. I was thinking those exact thoughts until your legs crossed.” I clear my throat hoping it will clear the image of her sexy as fuck legs with those heels on.

She bites her bottom lip and then blushes with a shy smile. “I’ll make sure to remember that for future meetings.”

Back to work.

I start to step away when she calls me back to her.

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