My Master sighs. “My Love, if you don’t stop doing that, I swear I will bend you forward over this table and fuck you until there’s a map of the City tattooed on your cheek.”
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Whoops!
All unintentionally, my left hand on my file, my right hand has been stroking his thigh.
“In fact…” He slants me a look… “Elizabeth, stand up. Bend forward.”
I shoot a glance to the outer office. “Francis…”
“… Isn’t due back from her lunch for another thirty minutes. I don’t plan on taking nearly that long.” Nonetheless, he strides to the door, turns the key in the lock, then draws down the blind on the internal window.
He turns back to me, brow cocked, arms folded. “Elizabeth?”
Sucking in my smile… “Yes, Master….” … obediently, I turn back to face the conference table. As I’m about to lean over, he swoops in, carefully scooping up a great armload of my layers of plans with their stuck-on notes, then lays them just as carefully down on his own desk.