"Never," she whispered, voice breaking. "Not with anyone. But I want it to be you. Now."
Ross added a second finger, stretching her gently, curling them to brush that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
June's nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching off the desk. "Oh god—Ross—"
He worked her like that for minutes—fingers pumping slow and deep, thumb rolling over her clit in tight circles.
Her first orgasm hit her like a freight train: sudden, overwhelming.
Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, a fresh gush of wetness flooding his hand as she cried out, thighs trembling around his hips.
She rode it out, hips grinding against his palm, breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.
"That's one," Ross said, voice dark with promise. He withdrew his fingers—slick and shining—and brought them to her lips.
June opened without hesitation, sucking them clean, tasting herself on his skin. His eyes darkened further. "Lovely."
