“My office is sound proof and the door is locked,” he murmured, answering a question I hadn’t thought to ask. Fingers penetrated deep inside me, causing my body to quake. “Before we go any further however we need to get rid of these.”

The thin cotton panties I wore were pulled down my legs and without questioning I stepped out from them as they hit the floor. A shoe pressed against the inside of foot, widening my stance as his hips pushed against my backside. The fingers between my legs never let up their exploration; my breathing was rough as Jeremiah lifted the skirt to bunch at my waist, his bulge thrusting against my backside.

His thumb, which had previously been massaging the hard bud between my legs, slid back to my rear opening. I surged forward in shock, the desk and his hips holding me prisoner as the thumb eased around the tight hole. The idea of a man being interested back there had never occurred to me; I wasn’t so naïve as to be ignorant of the idea, but it had never come up before. Thinking proved difficult however as he continued to manipulate my body until I was trembling with need.

Lips pressed against my neck. “Eventually,” he purred in that deep voice, the word a promise, as he caressed the opening once more then moved his thumb back to my clit. By now nearly every breath was a moan as I tilted my hips up, desperately needing to be filled. His fingers teased and tormented but never let me fall over into orgasm.

Something shifted behind me; Jeremiah lowered his body along my bare bottom, then teeth grazed the skin over one buttock as hands spread my cheeks.