Our Little Dirty Secret
She circled the table and leaned with her back on it, facing Conrad.
“You should leave. I am expecting some people from the company,” Conrad said.
“I heard a little secret last night,” Emma smiled, parting her legs slowly, revealing to Conrad that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her skirt.
Conrad's eyes shifted to in between her thighs for a second but he shook his head, rejecting any naughty thoughts that were about to come to his head.
“The secret is about you,” Emma continued, reaching for the button on her shirt as she pulled it off, giving Conrad an inviting look. “Don’t you want to hear it?”
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