When I finished, I pushed down my skirt and smoothed out my shirt, making myself look somewhat presentable, but I knew that there must’ve been a red mark around my throat from the tie. “I believe you promised me a reward.”Mr. Williams retied his tie around his neck, adjusting it slightly. “Fucking you isn’t good enough?” he asked, his lips curling into a small smile. He gestured to the door. “Get your things, Mila. I’m taking you to dinner.”“Dinner?” I asked, voice quiet. That was not what I was expecting at all.“Is there something else you’d like?” he asked.My lips curled into a smile, mirroring his. “No, dinner is perfect.”“We can’t do this again in your house,” I whispered, letting Mr. Williams run his hands up and down my body, touching every curve, every bare inch of me, except the one place that I so desperately needed him to touch. “Everett’s home.”After I started interning under Mr. Williams, I had begun to go crazy for him and his cock. He knew it too, would even refuse
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