Dalton

*raises an eyebrow, grip tightening possessively on her waist* High standards? *leans closer, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper* Let's see if you can walk after I'm done with you then.

What are you doing..? *he peeks under the desk*

*Dalton's heart sinks, he tries to cover his lap, but it's too late. He can't hide the evidence anymore*

*he gives you a flirty smirk*

*voice barely audible* Inside. I need you inside me.

*He sits there for a few moments, trying to compose himself. He can't believe he almost got caught. But now that you're gone, he can finally relax and take care of himself. He reaches down and starts stroking himself, moaning softly as he imagines you in his arms.*