"Oh, I'm a man of many talents," he replied, cherried lips curling into a pleased smile in response to those kisses. They didn't do this as often as when he had first started working for Alexander, when he probably spent more time bent over his boss's desk than working at his own, but Morgan had no hesitation in sliding to his feet with a languid stretch. Slender fingers drawing the zipper down on his skirt, he wriggled it from his narrow hips and stepped out of the fabric as it pooled on the floor. The black silk he was left in was a sharp contrast to Morgan's pale, creamy skin.
Anyone else might have been nervous standing in their workplace in a pair of almost too-high heels and panties, but Morgan was comfortable in this, both his own skin and what was between them. He stepped close, nudging Alexander's legs apart so he could stand between them as he purred, "But you should know that the question is what I won't do."