"I had Madeline buy you a good bottle of scotch. After all, what does one get a colleague as a gift when they don't really know the person who they're buying the gift for? Quality alcohol is a nice, safe purchase.

“But I don't feel like being safe right now." She stopped in font of him and perched on the edge of her desk. She crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to hike up. She smiled as she saw his eyes focus on the white skin of her thighs. She undid another button, allowing her blouse to fall further open, showing a slice of her lace-covered breasts. She glanced at his lap, smiling as she saw the tented cloth of his slacks, proof of his aroused state.

“Would you mind if I gave you a different sort of farewell gift,

Jeremy?"

Her intern looked around the room, as if he was trying to find a hidden film crew. He wet his lips and swallowed nervously.

“This is a joke, right? Or is it some sort of test? Or a trap? I tell you that I want to make love to you, and you pull the recommendation? Or is it that asshole Chad? I told him once I thought you were attractive, and he's been making remarks for weeks about how I have a thing for MILFs. Did he tell you?"

She smiled and nodded. "It's a test, yes." She undid another button.

The blouse now gaped wide. She swallowed through a throat gone dry with lust. "The test is whether I can make you come in my mouth, or whether you last Long enough to fuck me. Don't worry," she added, taking in his panicked look. She nodded at the frosted glass that looked towards the office.

“No one can see us. Though I admit," she said with a sultry smirk, "that scenario does have its own appeal.”

As he stared at her in slack-jawed disbelief, she fell to her knees in front of him. Before he could do more than gasp a voiceless protest, her hands were running down his calves. She pulled off his shoes while she ran her face up his cloth-covered legs, homing in unerringly on his groin. She reached his shaft even as she tossed the shoes to one side, her cheek rubbing on it through his slacks. "So hard," she whispered.

She turned her head so she could breathe hot air on it, and smiled as it jerked. She opened her Lips wide and mouthed his cock through his slacks, humming with pleasure. She could almost feel the blood pulsing through it, the powerful force of life-creating come being generated in his balls.

She looked up at Jeremy through her Lashes, her hands stroking his thighs.

“Not how you imagined your Last meeting with me, is it, honey?

Or maybe it is?" she continued as she unbuckled his belt and loosened his pants.

“Raise up," she ordered, and pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and then completely off, leaving him naked from the waist down.

“Did you fantasize about me, Jeremy, back in your apartment? Wonder if you could ever get the ball-busting lawyer in the sack?"

“Not really," he gasped, as his hard cock appeared. She cradled it lovingly in her hands, softly rubbing. He closed his eyes. "I didn't dare. You're gorgeous, obviously. But I wouldn't have dreamed of making

@ move on you."

"Well," she smiled, her heart singing.

“Let's make sure I give you a proper send-off."