She comes to your office crying

You tried to put the thought of fucking Brooke out of your mind, since she had seem to make it perfectly clear that she wasn't going to be willing to give you any, but just when you were debating going up and forcing yourself on her, you heard a knock on your office door.

"Come...in...hi Brooke...what's wrong?" you say as she lets herself in, and that's when you see that she has been crying.

"We had a huge fight," she tells you as you wrap her in your arms and wonder if her defenses might be low enough right now to get what you really wanted from her, "and he threatened to break up with me if he caught me flirting with you, or any other guys while we're here."

"You don't need him in your life if he's going to be so jealous Brooke," you whisper to her as you look her in the eyes and kiss her, her hands going to the back of your head as she returns it and you sit her on your desk.

"How far we go right now depends on you Brooke," you say to her as you peel her out of her shorts and pull her shirt over her head as she does the same to you, "because I would never want you to think I'm taking advantage of you."

"Let me suck it for you," she whispers as she drops to her knees and pulls your dick out, "and then whatever happens after that happens."

"OHGOD...suck it Brooke..." you hiss as you place your hands on the back of her head and start to gently push her down onto more and more of your dick as she bobs her head back and forth on it, wondering how far she would be willing to go with you in the cramped confines of your office.