Lunch was filled with our regular banter with sprinkles of getting to know you and more than a few innuendos, the latter happening when I flattened my tongue against the dessert spoon, then flicked the tip.
At the time I laughed at the way his jaw dropped, but that laughter died down when his hand gripped my thigh and slipped under my skirt. I swallowed hard and he leaned closer to whisper in my ear, “Keep playing innocent and I’ll have that tongue on my c**k before we even make it back to the office.”
My heart sped up and a whimper left me when the tips of his fingers lightly ran across my clit before disappearing. He paid, and we walked in tense silence, every nerve acutely aware of how close he was.
There was a burning ache between my legs that only pulsed stronger with each minute h
