The phone rings
Your boss making inquiries
Unaware of my presence
Of my hands slowly sliding
Over your body
Your thighs
Your back
Removing your clothes
You answer questions
Try to remain calm
Your heart starting to race
A familiar heat
And wetness
The feeling of being exposed
As if your boss can see
As my hands and tongue go to work
Your body moving with me
Your voice falters
As you try to hide your pleasure
You flush
My licks, sucks, caresses
Followed by my thrusts
Enough to keep you
On the edge
Shall I push you over?
