The phone kept ringing even after Adrian finished.
When he released her waist, Christine's legs gave out and she slid off the desk, thankfully landing on the soft carpet below.
Her body felt weak and tender, filled with his release. She tried reaching for her purse on the chair, but just lifting her legs made the thick wetness drip down her thighs.
The liquid quickly cooled in the air, leaving her thighs feeling uncomfortably damp. The strange sensation made her sink back down helplessly.
The phone continued ringing.
Adrian strode to the chair and grabbed the phone from her purse.
He'd removed his suit jacket, wearing only his white shirt with the collar open wide, showing his strong neck glistening with a light sheen of sweat that trailed down into his exposed chest.
He hadn't put his pants back on yet, his black underwear discarded to the side. That still semi-hard length swayed heavily between his legs as he moved.
