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“I’m expecting a call in a few minutes,” Endeavor said, rolling up his sleeves. He collapsed into his desk chair, legs spread, the muscles of his thighs straining against his trousers.
“Right sir. Can I get you anything before the meeting starts?”
“No, that won’t be necessary.”
He loosened his belt with one hand, the other shamelessly palming himself.
“Just lock the door,” he grunted, his head falling back. You turned away, sending out a silent prayer to any gods that might be listening.
Let this be a short meeting.
Your body still ached from yesterday’s call with his publicist. At least you could trust your boss not to draw things out too long. Enji Todoroki was first and foremost a workaholic— there’s no way he'd waste time on the phone. Hell, he didn’t even take lunch breaks most days.
He was already stroking himself by the time you’d finished locking up. As you crossed the room to take your place at his side he paused, reaching around you to squeeze your ass through your skirt.
“Lube?” he asked, and you bent to retrieve it from his desk drawer. Enji’s gaze followed you, eyeing up your cleavage hungrily.
You passed him the bottle, and once he’d slicked himself to his satisfaction he patted his lap. Hiking up your skirt, you hovered over him, pushing the head of his cock along your folds as you searched for a good angle.
“Good girl,” he drawled, squeezing your thigh. “Always so good for me.”
“Thank you sir,” you said, fighting the urge to press your thighs together as a rush of arousal washed over you. If you were especially well behaved, Enji would let you touch yourself during these meetings. Sometimes he’d even help, resting the phone in the crook of his neck so that he could slowly, agonizingly, spear you on his cock while your shaking fingers circled your clit.
Yesterday’s aches were entirely forgotten by the time Enji bottomed out. You felt full, so deliciously full, and the gentle press of his hand to your abdomen only served to enhance that feeling. With a contented sigh, you let yourself relax into your boss.
“Feels good?” he asked with a chuckle , rubbing slow circles over your stomach.
“Mm-hmm.”
The words had barely left your mouth before the phone began to ring. It made you jump in surprise, and Enji grunted as you tensed around him.
“Be a good girl and stay still,” he said, though there was no reproach in his tone. He patted your head affectionately as he reached over for the phone.