“Brilliant,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “You’ve got that look on your face.”
“What look?” I ask, feigning innocence, though the smirk I’m wearing probably gives me away. XXNX “You’re terrible. “The worst, huh? Nick just stands up, adjusting his suit jacket with a smug grin. The meeting,” I muttered under my breath. His fingers move up and down my slit, tracing the contours of my pussy lips. “Brilliant,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “Brilliant,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. I barely have time to straighten my shirt before the meeting starts, my fingers still tingling from where Nick had been gripping my waist a moment ago. He wouldn’t. But Nick’s pace is picking up, his fingers working in tandem with his mouth, and I can feel the pressure building rapidly inside me. “Well, looks like you’re giving me a standing ovation,” I teased, folding my arms
