Hot Dinner

“Justin should be reaching out to you about the new contract…” I replied.

“Awesome. So, I guess no one would complain if we started a little early…” he said with a satisfied smile.

With that, he pulled me up from my seat before he sat down on my chair instead. Then his hand began pulling me down onto his lap. I found myself sitting on his lap and his arms were around my waist in no time at all.

“Brandon, let’s not…” I murmured softly.

“Wrong dress…” he said as his hands began cupping my breasts.