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I thought her skin tasted like ambrosia. It’s got nothing on her taste. I can’t get enough.

Removing my fingers from her spasming pussy, I suck them clean before rolling her clit between my thumb and finger while my tongue fucks her. Her moans and unintelligible words tell me she likes it. Every time my tongue sinks inside of her velvet folds, my cock thickens. I could pleasure her for hours.

Her hands are curled around the edge of my desk. Her thighs are spread wide as her hips continue to pump against my face and hand. Her head is whipping from side to side as her breathy moans fill the small room. I can’t stop watching her unravel before me as she closes in on another release.

Returning my tongue to her clit, I suck it hard as I pump three fingers vigorously into her now dripping pussy. Her back arches off the desk as her pussy pulses around my fingers, her thighs close around my head almost cutting my air flow off, and she screams, “Blaze… Dear sweet heaven…Ohhhhhhh, Blaze…YES…”

Her body continues to shudder for a few seconds as I gently lick her, cleaning her with my mouth. She quivers beneath my tongue. Finally, she lifts her head and looks down at me, exhaling in a rush. “Oh, my God…” Looking at her, I suck the remnants of her from my fingers and smile up at her as she blushes profusely.

She squeaks. “You just ate me out on your desk…”

Smirking, I nod and smell my fingers. “I sure did.” Her cheeks turn bright fuchsia as she rolls to the side so she can scoot off the desk. I help her stand and reach between us to pull her panties and jeans back up. She hastily slaps my hands away and refastens everything. Watching her, I reach down and gather her bra and shirt, dangling them from the tip of my finger. She yanks them out of my hand and blushes again. Turning away from me, she slips her bra back on before yanking her shirt over her head. She doesn’t say anything else, but she smiles and then laughs awkwardly. My brow raises as I grin at her. “What’s funny?”

Her nose wrinkles as a flush covers her cheeks and chest again. She laughs nervously as she straightens her clothes before gathering her hair in her hands and looking around for her ponytail elastic. She mutters, “That really just happened… You ate me outonyour desk and I cametwice…”

Reaching past her, I grab the black elastic from the back corner of the desk and hand it to her. She refastens her thick hair while I grin at her in masculine pride. “Idid. And… youdid…”

Her face burns again as she sees me grimace while adjusting my my cock. “You didn’t… blue balls…”

Grimacing again, I glance down at my still rock hard dick. “Yeah… I guess you owe me one.”

She blushes again. “So…”

The hard and fast triple knock at the door startles both of us. Wren’s face blanches as she whispers, “Oh my God… They’re going to know what we were doin’ in here…”

Shaking my head at her, I call out, “Yeah? What?”

Kristoph calls through the door. “I’m about to go pick up lunch. Do I need to grab something for your guest?”

Wren’s eyes go as wide as saucers as she covers her mouth in mortification. She shakes her head “No.” Laughing, I ask, “Want some lunch?”

She sputters, “God, no. Oh my, God!” She looks down at the watch on her wrist and shrieks, “Shit! I have to get back to work. I’ve been here for over an hour!”

I call back to Kristoph that he doesn’t need to get Wren anything and turn back to her. “I need to get back to work, too. But… tonight… What time am I picking you up? I’m taking you out. Please… Don’t say no.”

Wren presses her lips together and then says, “Pick me up at seven. I have to go.” Reaching out, she grabs my face and pulls my head down, kissing the breath clean out of me, tasting herself. She pulls back and walks to the door. With her hand on it, she turns back. “Oh, and Blaze. Don’t count on going home with blue-balls tonight. That was the appetizer. It was filling, but I want the main course.” Before I can catch my breath, she unlocks it and walks out without looking back.

Well, ok then.

Glancing down, I see my erection is straining against my jeans.

Shit!

Guess I’m doing a bit of paperwork before going back to the grind.

Chapter Nine

Wren

My mind hasbeen drifting all afternoon. I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything long enough to be productive. I have invoicing to do, payroll to process, inventory to enter into the computer, and messages to respond to all sitting in neat little piles on my desk.

Yet, all I can think about is what happened with Blaze earlier at the Community Center work site. My face burns as vivid photos flash through my head like a movie on repeat.

I cannot believe that he literally stripped my pants down, sat my bare ass on his desk, and feasted on my lady parts until I screamed out his name.

I did! I screamed out his name!

TWICE!

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