"Ah... Mr. Ford... slow down!"

He was far too bold, starting to kiss her chest right there on the office chair.

His hands gripped Celeste's waist, pulling her close to him.

Before long.

Celeste's blouse was yanked up to her waist, her stunning chest nearly smothering Nathaniel's face.

As he kissed her, the sound echoed in her ears.

"Slow? You're the one teasing me, and now you want me to stop, huh?" Nathaniel not only kept going but spread her legs apart ...