The Under-Desk Affair

The moment the words left Jean's mouth, she parted her cherry-red lips and took me in.

A shattering wave of pleasure detonated in my brain—wrapped in warm, silky softness.

My legs turned to jelly. I was floating, drifting out of my body.

God, Jean knew exactly what she was doing.

She teased, she twirled, she stroked, she probed—her clever tongue swirling nonstop, sending electric jolts through every nerve until my whole body went numb.

I wasn't going to last much longer.

Jean lifted her head and gazed up at me, eyes full of tender warmth.

"Max… you taste so good."

Then she ducked her head again, hungry and eager.

Every cell in my body seemed to explode. I had to lock every muscle tight just to keep from trembling where anyone could see.

My colleagues noticed the strange look on my face. They assumed it was work stress. No one dared move.

Then, out of nowhere, the boss came back.

She burst into my office, practically glowing. "Great news! The project just hit another milestone."

My heart nearly stopped. My boss was standing right in front of me. And her daughter was kneeling between my legs…

I hadn't planned this. But if she found out, I'd be dead.

I reached down, trying to push Jean away. But she was too lost in what she was doing. She didn't budge.

I'd never seen her this ravenous. And of all times, she had to pick now.

Panic blazed through me—even as the pleasure kept rolling in waves beneath it.

The boss noticed something off in my expression. "Max, are you okay? You don't look well."

She started walking toward me. This was it. She was going to see.

Right at that critical moment, my brain scrambled for a lifeline.

"I'm fine," I said. "You should go check on Jean. I don't know where she ran off to."

That caught her attention. She smacked her forehead. "Oh, right—I almost forgot. I told you to keep an eye on her before I left. Where has she gone?"

I couldn't exactly tell her her daughter was hiding under my desk. I gave a strained smile.

"I was busy with the meeting and lost track for a second. She probably went outside to play. Why don't you go look for her?"

The boss finally turned and walked out.

I was shaking. Thank God she hadn't seen.

I couldn't let Jean stay down there another second. I had to get rid of her.

I waved at my staff. "Alright, nothing else that's urgent for now. You can all head back."

They filed out of my office one by one.

Finally. I let out a breath and shoved Jean away.

She licked her lips and grinned up at me. "Max, you were hiding something this good and wouldn't share. You're so bad."

I patted her head gently. "Be good now. Go outside first. I'll give you more after work, okay?"

But Jean's face flushed with need. "Max… down there… it feels so itchy. Can you scratch it for me?"

She slipped off her little floral skirt and revealed a secret grove—sparse and soft and impossibly beautiful.

I didn't have time to admire it. I grabbed her skirt and told her to get dressed and leave my office.

Right then, the boss walked back in.

I shoved Jean under my desk faster than lightning.

The boss pushed the door open. "Max, I looked everywhere. I can't find Jean. Where did she go?"

I fought to keep my voice steady. "I don't know. Maybe she went downstairs."

Then, between my legs, came an impossibly tight squeeze. It was a thousand times tighter than her mouth.

I looked down.

Two smooth, round cheeks were seated deep on me.