to jump your bone

Devonshire brushes her ponytail behind her shoulder, pausing dramatically to add to your tension. “I want you to take THAT,” she says, pointing distinctly at your lingering erection, and put it to good use.”

“I uh… what?” you manage, even though you suspect you heard her quite clearly.

She walks around the desk to gracefully lay a hand on your shoulder. “I’m tired of being treated like I’m some kind of forbidden fruit.” You can the want in her eyes as she straddles your lap, her full breasts pushing up against your chest behind her fairly conservative suit. You can feel her nipples press into you, indicating a lack of a bra and her intense arousal.