"Oh god" Mireille moaned softly as Dante licked her neck and all of a sudden, Dante stopped his ministration but kept her seated on him, his erection, hard and throbbing, pressing into her thighs.

Dante reached forward and pulled the laptop towards him.

"Here for the password, right?" He asked her and Mireille nodded, doing a slow grind on him.

"Oh fuck. That was intentional, Miss. Mathieu. Is that appropriate for an employee to do to her boss?" Dante pulled her hair out of ...