“Why are you sitting?” Ivy asked. “I’m working,” he gritted out, though to be fair, he never used this desk. He never used this office. This was the most he had been here in years, and it had everything to do with his newest tenant, who was currently positioned between his legs. “There’s nothing on your desk,” Ivy observed. “It’s…coming,” he said with less control than he wanted, but there was a pressure building on the base of his cock, and it was pulsing.
