“Excuse me, Mr. Parker, but what is that?” she points at my crotch while using her free hand to drape over her collarbone, clutching invisible pearls. Using a smaller, quiet voice, one that mimics an adult movie star, she adds, “And does it go inside me if I work really hard? Is that big, hard cock my bonus?” I’m out of my chair and pulling her from hers in what feels like a split second. With my palm splayed against her throat, her back crushing stacks of files on my desk, I press into her, leaning over her. Her whimpered exhale dusts my lips as I stare down into her wide, hungry eyes. “Don’t
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