Patricia's POV
"Fuck, you taste so good. I'm tempted to let you fuck me here." I moaned against his mouth, rubbing myself all over him. It's been so long.
"We can go home baby. We can finish it at home." He said as he squeezed my ass, his breathing killing me.
I snaked my tongue in and he sucked on it like he was thirsty and my saliva was his last hope of surviving. I moaned into his mouth again, wanting more. Somehow he was now leaning on his desk and I stood as he grabbed my waist in between his legs.
"Do you want to? I'll never pass on fucking you, but if you want it."
"Maybe not in the office. We aren't that disgusting." I shrugged my shoulders as I looked around, then I realized that I didn't even say no. What didn't I say no?
"I am. I'd like to think that." He said, smirking as he locked his eyes on my chest.
"Hmm. Sorry I kissed you." I pulled myself away from him as I shook my head at his lack of shame.