Jasmine is a distraction.

George started checking his emails half-heartedly as his assistant continued to blow him. When he could, he would steal a glance down to watch her dark lips descend on his cock. Her Maroon lipstick clung to his cock, leaving clear evidence of her oral ministrations on him.

It was ten glorious minutes of Jasmine pleasing him as he idly worked before Mr Kapolei stepped into the room. He closed the door behind him. “George, are you ready for the move upstairs?” he asked, sitting opposite.

George felt flushed. “Yes, Sir,” he said. He could swear that Jasmine was trying harder to get him off.

“Excellent. This is just a thank you from the partners.” George put a bag on the desk from which he pulled a bottle of scotch. “Care to try some now?”

George could think of no way out of it, so he pulled his glasses from the side draw and let his boss pour them some large glasses. “I’m a little surprised your secretary isn’t going with you? What with the extra pay and work perks.”

George laughed uncomfortably, “I think Jasmine just has some other priorities.”

Mr Kapolei grunted dismissively. “Shame, with what she was wearing yesterday, I was hoping to see more of her.”

George felt Jasmine’s lips tighten on his cock and guessed she was trying to resist a smile. “Sir?”

“Oh please, George, it’s just us men here. You can’t say you never thought about dipping your rod in that well,” he waved off George’s question. “I wouldn’t even blame you if you had. I mean, if you got caught, I would have to fire you, but as long as there was plausible deniability. You know, late-night work or long work lunches, and she didn’t complain.” He finished his drink and stood. “Just if you are worried about perceptions, don’t be. You wouldn’t be the first executive to sleep with his assistant. Just don’t get caught.”

He turned to leave. “Oh, and say hello to Abbey from me. That last Barbeque at your house was very pleasant.”

George tried not to laugh, “and I’m sure the bikini Jasmine was wearing didn’t hurt.”

Mr Kapolei laughed, “Hell, if I thought HR would let me get away with it, I would have a beachwear day at work just to see it again. Have a good day, George. See you upstairs Monday.”

“Thank you, Sir,” George replied as he left.

As soon as Mr Kapolei was out of earshot, George said, “I’m going to cum.” And leant back to relax into his orgasm.

Jasmine squeezed his balls and continued to suck him through his orgasm as he filled her mouth. Then at her gentle pushing, he moved the chair back and looked down at her.

She swallowed and smiled up at him. “Glad you finished. My jaw was starting to hurt.”

George laughed, “Sorry about Mr Kapolei.”

Jasmine smiled, “Don’t, and if the job offer is still there, I think I would like to accept.”

“Really?” George asked.

Jasmine nodded before pulling her clothes out from under her knees. “It will be so much fun dressing provocatively and letting the partners think we are fucking, when we actually are,” she explained. “And we can do this more often. Make sure when you refurbish your office it has a nice big desk. It’s a little cramped under here.”

George laughed as he put his cock away, “Sure, I will ask building services what desks are good to have an assistant suck you off under.”

Jasmine pulled her clothes on. A short business skirt with no panties and a blouse that was probably one size too small. “Well, I guess you should leave your office refurb to your excellent assistant.”

George looked down at her, “You sure about this?”

“Is it clear?” George looked around before nodding. As Jasmine crawled out from under the desk, she said. “George, I am going to fuck and suck you so much that you will be so satisfied you will have every opportunity to focus on work, no matter who your wife is fucking.” George groaned at the suggestion. “And now, I have to go message your wife, as I think we have a lot more to discuss.” She glanced around before giving George a quick kiss on the lips. “You taste great, by the way.”