A Special Parting Gift

Lana Roberts knows she’ll miss her boss. But she never expected him to mark her last day with the one thing he does best—take her apart in the office she once called her own. She drops to her knees without a word, lips stretched wide around the thick length she’s daydreamed about all month, and the wet sounds of her throat taking him echo off the glass walls. When he pulls her up, bends her over the desk, and sinks in deep, every thrust lands like he wants her to feel it long after she’s gone. Her body tightens, greedy, milking him right to the edge until he pulls out and paints her pretty face with the last thing she’ll carry out the door.