Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
He moved to slip his hard cock back into his pants. “Leave it,” I snarled, roughly unbuttoning and removing my blazer before flinging it over Daniel’s desk. “What are you doing?” Jasper asked, staring over my shoulder at the closed door. “I’m not sending you home with him like this,” I said, licking a stripe up my palm before wrapping my fist around his erection. He stifled a groan, gripping my forearm. Not with enough pressure to make me stop, but enough so he could say he tried.
