He bent me over his office desk and stripped away my underwear, letting the cold breeze hit my ass. He inserted the tip of his cock into my dripping cunt.
As he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me, I felt my head starting to spin and gripped t...
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"You're kidding, right!?" Deborah said in disbelief with her eyes wide open, with of course, her wine glass in hand. "You really zoned out, with the thought of starring in an office romance with the Spencer Matthews, with him right in front of you, in your important interview?", trying to hold back her laughter.
I circled my finger around the mouth of my half empty wine glass, with my head on my other hand, my heels kicked off by the front door. The thought I had earlier replayed in my head, like a scratch record.
"Oh come on, you can't be going all quiet now after what you just told me!" Deb laughed.
"After that experience, I just want to crawl up in a hole and wither away. I swear to God, it was embarrassing.." I finished the liquid in front of me and threw my head on the island. My head was spinning, and it wasn't because of all the wine I drank in the past 2 hours. Deborah scooted closer to me and nudged my shoulder, leaning over to whisper something in my ear.
"Paris and Matthew sitting in a tree-"
"Oh my god, Deborah!"
"K-i-s-s-i-n-g"
"I actually hate you so much." I said before throwing my head back on the island.
"You know you love me." Her smirk could be heard from miles away.
Deborah kept teasing me over and over, until my phone rang which finally shut her up.
I pulled my phone out of my bag and rolled my eyes. "Answer this for me. I'm way too tired for this shit." I said while sliding my phone over the marble counter over to Deb.
She complied with my request and answered, I could hear Allen's yelling even though the call wasn't even on speaker.
"Goddamnit, Paris! You were to arrive home hours ago, where are you!? I bet you're out with some guy, huh? What kinda wife you be, huh?" His speech was slurred, really slurred. You could barely understand him.
"Allen, it's Deborah." she calmly stated, not really phased by his unexpected outburst.
"She's into girl's now, huh? You guys having a little 'sleepover'? Keep your hands off Parisa, you sick lesbian. And if you're hearing me right now Paris, if you come home with lipstick on your lips or neck, or even some guys hand marks over your body, I'll break every single bone in your body."
She scoffed at his statement then just hung up on him, with a look of disgust on her face. She looked back at me with a sense of warmth in her eyes. "If you don't feel comfortable going home tonight, I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with you." she playfully winked.
I giggled, "I'd like that. Very much."
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