Sit on his lap while he makes phone calls

"Ah, finally, I was starting to get angry at George for taking so long. Come here and sit on my lap, I need to make some phone calls," your fiance orders.

You obey, uncertainly, as he sits in his chair, and he pulls your ass onto his crotch so you can feel his semi-hard cock through his trousers. He pulls you closer to him by the belly, so your back is against his chest, and kneads your breasts as he dials a number into his phone.

"What's the status on the application? No, no, that won't do," he growls, grinding his crotch against your ass. You're breathing more heavily and your hand finds its way to your pussy, massaging it through your already moist panties.
"Make sure it's ready by tomorrow, I'm going to be busy on the weekend," he orders. You hear a slightly panicked reply on the other end, but Harvey ignores it and hangs up the phone.

"Some people are so useless," he mutters. He nudges you off his lap and drops his pants, revealing his rapidly hardening beast.

"I've got a few more calls to make, so you'll have to keep it down, but..." he begins.