Burning Passion Chapter 126

“Oh, Phillip! You’re here. Yes, I’m fine. Just a tiring weekend but I’m all perked up after the coffee!” she replied a little too chattily.

“Sure,” Phillip thought wickedly, glad that he wore the suit that had a jacket that covered his crotch.

His hard on wasn’t going away. Not after she turned around and he saw the outline of her hardened nipples the tight dress she was wearing. Monica May didn’t realize that her blazer was still unbuttoned and she looked like she was in a wet t-shirt competition with her teats jutting out of the stretchy fabric.

“The others are on their way and it seems they were caught in this giant mess on the highway. It’ll take them another 20 minutes to arrive. Can we go through some of the figures in the office while waiting for them?”

Phillip was trying to make his voice sound as official as he could. It was hard to think when his cock was swelling inside his boxers.

“Sure, let me just clean up,” Monica May replied.

Phillip went to his office and he unzipped his pants and rubbed his hard shaft. He breathed in relief only to quickly cover his crotch with his blazer and slide into his desk.

Monica May had arrived and was walking towards him with an armful of folders. He was a bit disappointed that she was now all buttoned up.

Monica May made her way to his side and started pulling out sheets from the reports and ran the data through her boss. But Phillip wasn’t listening. He was staring at the sag of her fully-clothed breasts, remembering the sight earlier.

“Does she have big areolas? Were her tits as tanned as her body was?” he thought.

The whole thought process made his throat dry and he reached for a bottle of water that was always kept on his desk. When he took a swig, Monica May was flipping some folders and hit his elbow. Phillip yelped as water poured down his suit.

“Shit!” Monica May jumped and quickly grabbed a tissue and started wiping down his front of Phillip’s blazer.

As her hand swiped downwards, her fingertips felt something bulge beneath the fabric just below his hips.

“Is that his cock?” Monica May’s heart pounded as she pretended not to have palpated his meat.

Phillip caught his breath when she flicked the tissue right on top of the spot where his sensitive cock head was nestled under his blazer. He could feel his rod twitch from the root, straining to escape the clothes that covered it.

He looked at Monica May’s panicked expression. She didn’t show any signs that she felt his hardness while she attempted to wipe him dry. It was either that or she was playing such a good game of being poker-faced.

“Whoa, whoa! Calm down Monica May. It’s only the jacket. Get me the spare suit that I always have in the bathroom,” he instructed.

“Oh,” Monica May paused mid-swipe and ran to the ensuite bathroom of the executive’s private office.

This gave Phillip a chance to reposition his cock so that he could zip his pants up more comfortably. It didn’t take long for Monica May to come out with the business suit from the bathroom closet that was still in its dry- cleaning bag.

Phillip took out the fresh blazer and put it on.

“Uhm, Phillip. If I may – it doesn’t match your trousers,”

Monica May said hesitantly. “I think you need to change. I mean... it looks awkward but if you don’t mind looking that way...”

Without replying, Phillip unbuckles his belt and hurriedly pulls the zipper down.

“FUCK!” he yelled. His zipper had gotten caught in his boxers. “You gotta help me, Monica May.”

She quickly bent down and took hold of the partially open zipper. His hard on was unmistakable underneath her touch now.

“Ohmmm,” Phillip couldn’t stop his moan.

Monica May was now cupping the fabric beneath his ball while attempting to free his pants from his boxers. She tugged and pulled slowly.

These actions only served to arouse Phillip even more. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed.

“It seems to have broken. I think you will have to go commando underneath the other pair of pants,” she said.

Phillip noticed a breathlessness in her tone.

“Please help me out of my pants, Monica May. It’s hard...” Phillip paused when he realized that what he said had a double meaning.

“Yes, it’s hard,” Monica May repeated.

She was now staring at the tip of his cock which was poking out of his pants. It was almost as thick as a standard flashlight. Her right hand encircled the tip of his erection. Phillip moaned at the heat of her touch. She slid her hand down the length of his cock while her left hand simultaneously pushed his boxers and pants off his butt.

Phillip realized that his PA was protecting his sensitive cock with her palm while she slipped off the trousers. But as his pants slipped down and pooled at his ankles, Monica May’s hand didn’t let go of his manhood.

Instead, it slid upwards, pumping his meat midway as she stood up. When her hand reached Phillip’s cock head, a bubble of precum formed.

“My god, Monica May,” he whispered. “I saw you masturbating in the staff room,” he blurted out. “That’s why I have a hard on.”

A look of horror crossed Monica May’s face. She tried to think of any response to Phillip’s revelation but her mind drew a blank. She was very horny herself.

“Barry didn’t let me cum when we were fucking this morning,” she exclaimed.

“Oh,” Phillip replied.

In one swift movement, he pushed Monica May towards his desk. Once she was seated, he opened her legs, slipped his hand between her thighs, and pushed aside her cotton panties.

“So wet,” his voice was quivering.

Phillip inserted his middle finger deep and Monica May opened her legs wider to give him better access. The look of utter lust on her face was priceless. He knew that his long fingers would easily find her sweet spot.

“Unnngghhhhhh,” Monia May whimpered and bit her lips when his fingertip grazed her G-spot.

“Yes, there it is,” he said gently and started tickling her inside while pressing his thumb on her clit.

A surge of warm liquid wet Phillip’s finger as Monica May cam. A swathe of pink blush appeared across her cheeks making her look enticingly fuckable.

Monica May’s cell phone rang.

“Shit that would be the caterers. I told them to ring me when the participants arrived,” she told Phillip breathlessly.

He quickly donned his pants without any boxers and grinned at his personal assistant naughtily.

“Maybe we should continue our discussion later,” he remarked.

In a split of a second, Monica May was all business. She adjusted her clothes then swiped up the stray strands of blond hair that escaped from her bun.

“I’ll go ahead and get them settled,” she told Phillip.

Her boss could not help but admire how fast she coped. No one would ever think that a few minutes earlier his foxy PA was cumming on his hand.

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