I don’t know what has come over me. Somehow being in Trent’s office, kneeling between his legs, seeing the bulge that was clearly visible under his suit pants … it had apparently turned me into a crazy person.

Because what I had suggested — what I was about to do — was crazy.

But ever since he had done those things to me in the conference room — those unspeakable things that still made my legs shake whenever I remembered them — I could only think about one thing.

His cock.

I needed to see it. I needed to touch it, to taste it. I had thought about him so many times, had fantasized about this so many times, that I couldn’t let it end without experiencing it just once.

And I was pretty sure that if I walked out of his office now, I would never come back.

So before my common sense can take over, I crawl under the desk. Luckily it’s a huge desk with a full back, so I’m not visible to Kenny Bradworth and there’s enough room for me to maneuver around a little bit. I stay on my knees but bend forward a little bit and Trent pulls his chair up carefully in front of me.

I hear the door open and Trent and the other man greet each other. I hear the scrape of the chair as Kenny sits in one of the guest chairs across from Trent’s desk.

I realize I’m holding my breath and I try to let it out as quietly as I can. Trent’s legs are spread pretty wide under the desk and I lean in a little closer so that I’m only inches from his cock.

I reach one tentative hand out and slowly let my fingers graze against it. Trent twitches a little in the chair and I pull my hand back right away. Maybe this is too much.

But Trent pulls his chair in a little closer and tilts his pelvis up a bit, giving me easier access. I can’t help the wicked smile that crosses my lips. Somehow knowing how badly he wants this — and how vulnerable he is in this moment — is turning me on almost as much as what he did to me in the conference room yesterday.

I reach my hand out again and run my fingers along the outline of his cock. This time I’m a little more firm about it and soon I’m using my whole palm to rub him through his pants.

I can hear them talking — something about overseas shipping. Trent’s voice sounds a little huskier than usual but otherwise he still seems remarkably composed. That only spurs me on more.

I reach my other hand up, balancing on my knees with my arms on his thighs, and find his zipper. I pull it down slowly so that it doesn’t make a sound and then I let my hand slip past the fabric.

I can feel the heat emanating off him. I find the slit in his boxer briefs and then I slip my hand past that fabric as well and then there is nothing between us anymore and I wrap my hand around his cock at last.

Trent’s cock twitches as soon as I touch it and he makes a strangled noise that he quickly covers up with a cough. I bite off another smile. I like having this affect on him. I lift his balls out of the briefs so I can have easier access to those too.

His cock is amazingly thick and I can’t even come close to closing my fingers around him, but I grip him as well as I can and move my hand slowly up and down the length of his shaft. His hips buck a little and he shifts them down another couple of inches.

He still seamlessly keeps up his end of the conversation with Kenny.

As I stroke his massive cock, I have a moment of incredulity. I can’t believe I’m doing this — jerking my boss off under his desk while he meets with a client. This is the stuff of fantasies — literally. It was the the kind of thing Trent and I described to each other, back when I never believed we would actually do any of them. And now here I was.

Doing this. With him.

But somehow, rather than scaring me, the thought makes me want to do it even more.

I want to taste him.

I lean my head forward and reach my tongue out tentatively. I flick the head of his cock lightly and he squirms in his seat. I lick him again. I like the salty musky taste of his skin. I lick my way around the head, coating him with my saliva, making sure he can feel my warm tongue all over him.

He squirms in his seat again and I can feel his thigh muscles tensing under my forearms.

I’ve never felt like I was very good at giving head — and I’m sure my ex would agree with that assessment — but right now, I feel like anything I do is going to drive Trent crazy. That’s a heady, powerful feeling.

I grip my hand at the base of his cock and run my tongue along the full length of his shaft, over and over, coating all sides of it, and then I move down and do the same thing to his balls. I cover the entire sack with my tongue and then I slowly suck one of his balls into my mouth. Even his balls are huge — just one fills my mouth completely. I suck on it for a moment before doing the same with the other one.

Trent is squirming for real now, and I wonder evilly what his guest must be thinking.

When I’m done with his balls I pull his cock downward a little bit and take the whole head into my mouth.

Trent gasps and then covers it up with another cough, one that draws out even further as I take him deeper in my mouth.

When he finally gets himself under control, he resumes the conversation but I can hear the way his voice shakes. His legs are tense and shaking. I move my head up and down the length of his shaft, as well as I can, given the cramped quarters. I use my other hand to tug gently on his balls, rubbing my thumb over the spot where they connect to the base of his cock.

With every stroke of my mouth, every twist of my tongue, the thrill and wrongness of what we’re doing hits me. Over and over. This is so bad. It’s wrong. It’s mortifying.

And yet it’s so fucking hot.

I feel like a completely different person as I take him into my mouth, as I feel his cock graze the back of my throat. It makes me want to do an even better job of it, so I suck him hard and let saliva pool over him so that he can slip in and out of my mouth better.

“I don’t care,” Trent is saying, and I wonder if Kenny hears what I do — the way his voice is hoarse and strangled. “I’m not signing off on that. I think that’s the end of this discussion.”

“Fine.” There’s a scraping sound as the chair moves again and I realize the man is finally leaving. “But I don’t consider this matter resolved.”

“I consider it … very close … to being finished.” Trent practically sputters out the words. “And I’ll ask you to leave now.”

There’s a general grumbling from the other side of the desk but then finally I hear the sweet sound of the office door opening and closing again.

“Oh, fuck.” Trent finally lets go at that exact second. My mouth is still wrapped around him and I can feel his hot come shooting into my mouth. It takes me by surprise but I react instinctively, swallowing it down in great greedy gulps. There’s more of it than I expected — it just keeps coming, filling my mouth, and the more I swallow and suck the more there seems to be.

Trent has his hands in my hair and he’s bucking his hips against me, thrusting his cock into my mouth as he comes. He’s saying my name over and over again too, and it turns me on to hear him say it. Hannah has never exactly seemed like the name of a goddess, but on Trent’s lips, it sounds like sex itself.

Finally he starts to slow his thrusts and the waves of his orgasm die down. I slowly pull my mouth off him but keep running my tongue around the tip, wanting to get every last drop of his pleasure.

When it’s over, I finally look up at him. I feel shy all of a sudden, the reality of what we just did crashing over me like a ton of bricks.

But Trent is looking at me with a soft expression, though he looks almost as stunned as I feel.

“That was …” he shakes his head. “I don’t have words.”

“You?” I smirk. “You always seem to have words.”

“I know.” He shakes his head, laughing softly. “I think you sucked them all out of me.” He cracks a grin and I once again find myself blushing. Funny how he always seems to have that affect on me.

He reaches out his hand and pulls me to my feet and then he’s grazing his lips against mine. For a moment, I let my arms twine around his neck, letting my body press against his. Even with the orgasm he just had, I can already feel his cock stiffening against my belly as we kiss.

I lose myself in the moment. His lips move against mine and when he slips his tongue across them I don’t resist. I let him kiss me. There’s a passion in his kiss and a tenderness in his touch that makes my knees feel weak.

It feels like a real kiss.

For a half a red hot second, I even let myself believe it. I let myself believe that the chemistry I felt with Mister Bigshot is something real. That it’s more than just words on a screen.

Trent’s arms around me feel too good to be true though. This whole thing feels too good to be true.

And don’t they always say that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is?

I force myself to break off the kiss. I turn away so that he can’t see how hard it is for me to catch my breath.

“I have to go,” I tell him abruptly.

“Hannah?” There’s confusion in his voice.

“I’ll see you around … or something.” Then I grab the knob, push open the door, and get away from his office as fast as I possibly can.