~Sienna~

“Come over here,” Norman says as the door closes behind me.

His jacket is discarded somewhere on the couch, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his forearms. He leans into his seat, his eyes trailing my every step.

“Here,” he parts his thigh, shifting back his chair for more room.

I walk around the desk, swinging my hips and sitting on his lap, my back resting on his chest.

My butt nestles perfectly against his semi-hard length.

His hands settle on my waist. He moves one ...