'Ice, I'm busy now."

He had put the call on speaker and indulged me with a daring stare.

I held my breath. Over the phone, I presumed Ice, who was his secretary, was either playing dumb or was really innocent. In the silence of his office, the thrusts he made in my well-lubricated cavity were just so unmistakable.

'But Sir.."

'Later."

The phone clicked.

'Moan, Piper."

'They'll hear," I whispered, and he chuckled. It wasn't the first time he had ...