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Chapter 12

Will Emma postphone the meeting?

Quite the contrary.

“Cleo.”

The brunette actually gasped, looking up from her phone to see Emma herself standing next to her desk, the shorter brunette looking down at her. Cleo was frozen, feeling her arousal beginning to swell once again. Emma tutted, shaking her head.

“I can clearly see you’re too busy for a meeting…” Emma snarked, motioning to Cleo’s phone. Cleo’s face went redder if that was even possible, returning the device to her bag. Emma sighed, pulling a chair over and sitting on the other side of the shredder, her face only a foot or so from Cleo’s. “I’ll overlook that just this once. It’s your 3-month review. This should only take a few minutes, let’s just have an informal one here since we’re both clearly busy…”

By the time the words had even registered in her brain, Emma had already started going over her performance, leaving Cleo no chance to protest or beg for the meeting to be pushed back, not that she felt she could even for a coherent sentence at that point. She uncrossed her legs from beneath the desk, the pressure building in her tummy reaching a point higher than she ever thought possible as Emma continued on.

The next few minutes were a blur for Cleo as Emma dissected her work ethic and productivity. Cleo’s breathing was uneven, her face beet red and sweaty as Emma read off the piece of paper in front of her. Something was building inside Cleo, something she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop. Emma looked up, seeing Cleo’s eyes screwed shut beneath her glasses, her own eyes narrowing.

“I know you’re nervous, but this is the good stuff… Are you even listening to what I’ve been saying?”

Cleo could feel her pussy contracting, pure pleasure beginning to well up in her body. She had never once experienced this and she knew It was sinful in the eyes of the lord. Her hands were in a **** grip on the edges of her desk, her knuckles white as her body stared spasming. She managed to mutter out a “Continue...” To Emma. The brunette to her credit, didn’t address the freaking out Cleo, and did just that.

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