She motioned for him to sit again and stepped between his knees before hoisting herself up on the table. She slid the laptops and paper out of the way, then lifted one foot at a time and rested them on either arm of Ajay’s chair.

With her eyes on his, she spread her knees, exposing the wet patch between her legs. Raj gasped when Ajay reached down to give himself one quick stroke and adjust his cock through the fabric of his jeans.

“I do enjoy a cock tale,” he said. “This happy hour is going to be delicious.”

She groaned when he finally gripped her ankles and stroked up her calves to her knees. He pushed her legs farther apart before running his fingers down the insides of her thighs, making her quiver.

“What do you want, darling? Need me to make you feel good?”

Raj cupped his chin with one hand, feeling the softness of his beard as she said the words that had been echoing in her head from the moment she stripped out of her shirt. “Eat me. Make me come.”

She’d barely finished speaking before Ajay grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her to the edge of the table. His chair scraped forward, and he ran his bearded cheek down her left thigh before pressing a hard kiss on her plump, satin-covered mound.

Raj moaned and then let out a gasp as he hooked a finger through the crotch of her panties. His knuckle brushed against her aroused clit even as he yanked her underwear up so that the fabric separated her lips and stretched tight between her cheeks, rubbing teasingly against her aroused pussy.

“Lay back,” he said, and she immediately obeyed his sharp order, her heart pounding, her body begging for more. He’d been so good for her before, so in tune with her needs, that she craved this again with him.

His breath trailed along the thin, tender skin of her inner thigh, inches above her wet, throbbing core. He rubbed his beard over the same line of skin, raising goose bumps.

“You smell delicious,” he said. “Spicy and hot. Did I tell you that last weekend? Do you think I can taste your come on my tongue again?”

She writhed on the table, unable to stop herself, and rolled her hips toward him, begging for more.

“Yes!” she gritted out through clenched teeth. “Dammit, Ajay, am I going to have to give you a roadmap tonight?”

Their eyes met over the slope of her stomach, the valley between her breasts.

“You’ll wait for your orgasm now, Rajneet,” he said.

Her head fell back against the table at the feel of his tongue stroking the length of her pussy. She let out a squeal as Ajay feasted on her clit, plunging his tongue and fingers inside her and over her clit.