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“What, here?” I quirk an eyebrow. “In the office?”

“Well, there aren’t any windows, and the door is locked, so . . .” She smiles naughtily.

That’s all the convincing I need. I reach around her and unzip her dress, then she climbs off me and shimmies out of it. She starts unfastening her black strapless bra, but like the gentleman I am, I get to my feet and help her with it. It soon falls away, leaving her in nothing but her panties, and at the sight of her pert wee breasts, I groan.

“Your turn.” She nods at me.

“Aye, but first . . .” I press my palm against her silk panties. They’re warm and damp. “Fuck!” I move my hand up and down her.

She tips her head back, then I slide inside her underwear, finding her clit. She moans, opening her legs wider, giving me more room to play. Without hesitation, I slip a finger into her. She gasps, moving herself against me.

“This . . .” She already sounds breathless. “This is really good. But I want you, Ally!”

“Aye.” I withdraw my hand and lick my finger. “But God, you taste amazing.”

She reaches for my belt, but I dodge away then kneel in front of her.

“Give me a minute! These have to come off anyway.” I pull down her panties and then, without warning, bury my face in her pussy.

She lets out a soft mew, and when I run my tongue along her slit, another follows.

“Ally! It feels so good! But you know what I want.”

My mouth is too preoccupied to reply. I can feel the effect my lips and tongue are having on her. I can hear it in her voice.

“Ally!” she complains between moans. Eventually, getting frustrated with me, she grabs my shirt and tugs me to my feet.

I too am frustrated—frustrated at being pulled away from what I was doing—but reluctantly, I let her unbutton the shirt and strip it off me, then she undoes my belt and yanks down my trousers. It hurts not to be touching her, tasting her—I can’t get enough of her body. I’m obsessed. Every moment my hands and tongue aren’t on her is an agony.

As soon as she’s got my boxers off, I wrap my arms around her and turn my attention to her breasts, greedily taking a nipple in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and nibbling it before moving to her other tit. When Emily takes a hold of my cock, I respond by sliding my hand back to where it was earlier and slipping a finger back into her.

“Ally!”

I’m in the moment, too caught up in the wonders of her body.

“Ally!”

It’s not till she squeezes my dick that I stop and pay attention.

“Huh? What is it?”

“I want this inside me.” She gives me another squeeze. “Not your finger!”

“Aye, but . . . we don’t have any condoms down here, lass.”

“I know. I’m on the pill.”

I blink. “You are?”

“Yeah. I still wanted to be cautious at first . . . you know, you being a new sexual partner and all. But now . . . now I want to feel you in me with nothing between us.”

Fuck . . .

“And this time, Mr McIntyre, I’ll be on top.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, aye?”

She takes a hold of my shoulders and guides me back onto the chair. “Aye.”