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She’s worth it .” He hung up.
    I could hear him greeting the other person as they sat down, but I wasn’t paying attention. Six hundred… A sudden feeling of guilt washed over me. This man. This man! I’d been thinking the worst, and then he’d gone and done something so sweet it set my heart aflutter. It seemed right that I was stuck under his desk, unable to leave, trapped in penance for my earlier actions.
    Earlier actions. A thought occurred to me. A delicious, naughty, delightful thought. Maybe I could use the chance I’d been given to doing something fun. Something to say thank you…
    My hand reached out and trailed gently up Jacob’s suit pants. His foot shifted, but my hand returned, this time to the zip, pulling it down gently, quietly. I reached inside and caressed him.
    His hands shot down and I heard his words change pitch suddenly.  I had to stifle a giggle.
    “Anything wrong Jacob?” the visitor asked.
    Jacob coughed, withdrawing his hands as he realized what was happening. “Ahem. No, no everything’s fine. Just thinking about some business I’m getting done downtown, is all.”
    I wiggled his pants down slowly. This was so naughty! I’d never done anything like this before. We could be discovered at any moment, and I loved it.
    The pants hit the floor and I slid one foot out, then positioned myself between his legs. The desk was just high enough to kneel before him if I bent slightly over, but what I had in mind wouldn’t need me sitting straight. I pulled down his boxers, and he sprang free.
    His impressive length was as glorious as I remembered – straight and tall, sleek and beautiful. I drew in a quiet breath – this was going to be fun! I leaned forward and licked slowly up the underside of his shaft. I heard another rise in tone mid-sentence above, and I smiled.
    Angling him down, I took his head between my lips, enveloping it slowly, lubricating it with my tongue until he was as wet as I felt. My head slid down slowly, tenderly, then began a sensuous bobbing, up until my head almost touched the desk’s roof, then down again. I could feel him swelling harder in my mouth as I worked. I could hear him struggling to hold a coherent conversation. Serves him right , I thought with an evil grin. Now he knew how it felt.
    I pulled off him, careful not to hit my head, and began to work him with my hands. I was so turned on – watching him between my hands, his head disappearing between my curled fingers as they rose up, his whole shaft appearing with each downwards pump. He was right there, in front of me; but he couldn’t see me, and I couldn’t see him.
    I began to work him faster and I felt him shift in his chair; sink lower to give me more access. He knew what was coming. I could hear it in his rapid breaths, see it in the throbbing veins and tiny little beads of moisture that had appeared on his tip. I could see his fingers clenching. He was close.
    I moved my mouth back over him, sucking just the tip, tasting his salty wetness even as my hand continued to work his lower shaft. I heard a groan above. The visitor asked if something was wrong, and he had momentary trouble answering.
    I worked him faster; my head stationary, but my hand a blur. Then I reached forwards with my other to caress his scrotum. I squeezed it gently, delicately. It was the last straw. Both his hands shot down to grip the edge of his chair, as if he were the passenger on a rollercoaster with no safety bar, and then he exploded, gloriously, into my mouth.
    Hot, delicious fluid covered my tongue as I continued to suck and I swallowed once, twice, three times before I felt his body begin to relax and his muscles unclench.
    The visitor was still asking if something was wrong. I pulled off him, wiping my mouth with a satisfied grin, and saw him sit up straight. His hands left the chair and I imagined him running them through that devilishly handsome hair of his.
    “Ah, yes. Sorry, lost in another world there for a