I bit Julie's clit—hard—, and she jolted with a loud, uncontrollable moan: "AAAaaaaaaah—!" The sound was sharp enough to make Scarlett, who had been halfway out the door, freeze in her tracks.
Scarlett spun around, her professional demeanor faltering for a second as she rushed back to Julie's side. "Boss? What's wrong?" Her voice was laced with concern, but her eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of Julie's distress.
I pulled back instantly, melting into the shadows beneath the desk, ensuring Scarlett couldn't spot me. Julie, still trembling from the sudden pleasure-pain, quickly yanked her panties back into place and clamped her legs together so tightly her thighs shook.
Scarlett didn't see me, but she didn't miss Julie's flushed, sweaty face or the way her chest heaved. "Boss… you're pale. Are you okay?" She reached out, her fingers hovering near Julie's shoulder, as if afraid to touch her.
