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Stella clicked her tongue as she leaned back in her office chair. Her desk faced the door, though it was as close to the wall as she could without feeling too trapped. There was a bank of filing cabinets to her left, her computer showing her one of the default screen savers. Her eyes were half closed, her legs open under her desk.
Her calendar was thankfully empty for the day, planned just for this. She felt the hand stroke her inner thigh, her skirt carefully place over the figure under her desk. She lowered a hand, patting Henry through the fabric. She was met with a soft tongue lick across her thigh, a small frown crossing her face. She sat up just a fraction when her work email dinged, pulling it up in dismay.
There were several reports and accounts she should have been balancing for her parents, but she had spent most of the morning distracted and they were still scattered across her desk, incomplete. The email, when she clicked on it, wasn't much better.
Stella lifted a leg up, bracing it on the back of the desk and slumped forward. She patted Henry's head again to let him know to continue, his tongue tracing a pattern against her skin now. She rested her calf on Henry's shoulder, eyes slowly drifting close.
The ringing of her phone made her curse. She reached across, picking it up in annoyance. "I'm not to be disturbed-" She began.
"Mrs. Belsom, I do apologize for the interruption," the receptionist began, tone uncertain, "but there was a Eugene-" The phone became muffled before the receptionist came through once more, "Aster here for you. Says that you know him...?"
Stella clicked her tongue at the interruption. "Yes, please send him up." She reached down, patting Henry's head again when he went still. "Though do inform him that I am quite busy and had to change an appointment to make time to see him."
"Of course, ma'am." The receptionist hung up and Stella considered the situation as she replaced her own phone. It would take Gene ten minutes to get from the ground floor to her office, which meant...
"Keep going, this shouldn't take too long." Stella decided and she felt Henry nuzzle her thigh in response, the stubble from not shaving for a handful of days sending small shivers up pleasure up her spine. He rested his chin on the chair and Stella scooted the chair in closer, smiling when Henry reached down to adjust the legs so he was more comfortable.
She pulled several sheets to her, picking up her reading glasses and replacing them. She was thankful they hadn't skittered off the desk like they had threatened when she tossed them earlier, too comfortable by far to want to get up.
She placed a smile on her face when she heard the knock. "Come in." She called, setting her pen down on the sheets and folding her hands in front of her. Her back was straight, though her knees were spread. There was a hand on her thigh, a thumb stroking up and down as she tensed.
The door cracked open and an older man stepped through, a cane held loosely in one hand. He smiled at Stella, giving her a nod as he walked across the office space and pulled out one of her chairs. "Hello Stella, it's a delight to see you again."
Stella gave him a strained smile, something that didn't quite reach her eyes as she studied him. "I'm afraid I'm rather busy, Gene." She said, feeling the first flick of a tongue on her clit. She adjusted her leg, letting it drop from the back of the desk so she could rest the heel of her shoe against Henry's spine.
Gene gave a small hum. "That is what your receptionist said. What're you working on?"
Stella smiled back at him, tightening her jaw for a fraction of a second as the tongue trailed down from her clit. "Just some numbers for my family. Accounting, you know how boring it can get."
Gene nodded, leaning back in his seat. "I happened to be in the area today..." He began and Stella nodded, though she knew he didn't really need encouragement to really talk about himself. "Wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. I was quite pleased to hear that you were in the office today."
"I'm enthralled." Stella said dryly, comforted when she felt Henry's hand come to a rest on her ankle.
Gene nodded, though he was no longer looking at Stella. He was, instead, staring at the family portraits behind her, his gaze distant as he looked at the first one of Stella, Sam, and Amelia, before his gaze flicked to a more recently one of the trio. In both photos, Amelia was between her parents, looking much more pleased in the most recent photo than the one where she was screaming as a baby. Stella stood to her right while Sam stood on her left, each parent with a hand clasped on Amelia's shoulders.
"And how is Sam doing?"
Stella smiled again, though it was cooler than her first one. She felt Henry pause under her desk, resting his cheek against her thigh. "He's doing well! Perhaps you should call him to check in?" She suggested, letting her gaze drift back to the paperwork in front of her.
"And Amelia?" Gene asked.
"Fine." Stella responded. "They're at the zoo today, I believe, having a father-daughter day."
Gene let out a low hum, returning his gaze to Stella. "That's good to hear that Sam has settled into fatherhood. I feared that my son would never be... comfortable."
Stella smiled again, pressing her thighs just a bit wider. Henry placed the softest of kisses on her inner thigh before adjusting his position. Stella moved her chair at the same time, not flinching even when Henry's hand around her ankle tightened, his nails digging into her skin. She readjusted her chair, careful to not run over his fingers this time. "Gene, may I please ask why you are here?"
"I was swinging by to see if you had considered my proposal any further." The older man said, his gaze flicking from Stella's gaze to her breast. She narrowed her eyes and Gene lifted his gaze up again, resting it on her face.
Stella tilted her head to the side, feeling her hair shift with the movement. "I already told you I wasn't interested in working for you, Gene." She said simply. "I do quite enough for my parents-"
"Who aren't even in the state."
Stella pursed her lips. "They know I have a fondness for Vegas. They're more than willing to let me work from here for them. Accounting can be done anywhere, as long as they send me the correct reports. It's good, steady work and I make decent money."
Gene just stared at her.
Stella opened her mouth and closed it just as quickly when Henry moved, his tongue swirling over her clit before he dragged it down and pressed into her cunt. She kept her face still, resting a hand on the desk. "Is there anything else that you wish to discuss?"
"There will be a family dinner on Saturday. I was hoping you would bring Amelia. It's been a while since we've seen her, with you running off to... what is it, Oregon all the time for holidays?"
Stella let out a small hum, feeling her breath catch as Henry pushed deeper into her cunt. She wrapped her other leg around him, squeezing them together tightly. "What time is dinner?" She asked and Gene looked up from her breasts again, a smile flicking across his face.
"Five pm, at my house." Gene replied.
Stella smiled at him, squeezing her legs tighter around Henry's back and pulling him closer as his tongue slipped back up towards her clit. "I'll see if we have time this Saturday."
"I'd much appreciate it-"
Stella stared the man dead in the eye as her orgasm crested.
"-if you do come." Gene said, pushing himself out of the chair. "Have a good afternoon, Stella."
"You, too, Gene." Stella said, watching the man walk slowly out of her office. She waited for the door to close before she slumped back in her chair, letting out a small exhale as Henry pushed the chair back as he clambered out from under the desk and Stella leaned down, cupping her hands around his cheeks and kissing him.
"No dinner on Saturday?" Henry asked when Stella broke the kiss.
She gave him a look, lifting up her right hand and grabbing the mouse. She clicked on her calendar for Saturday, grimacing. "We haven't seen Sam's family in.... a year or so, outside of the invites they accept from us." She considered it. "What about Friday night?"
"I should be able to make it work." Henry said, grabbing a tissue off Stella's desk and wiping his face. Stella giggled, taking the tissue from him and dapping at the corner of his mouth. "You ready for lunch?"
"I need a moment." Stella said, sitting back in her chair. "Then we can go get lunch."