Thankfully, his trousers were plenty thick, which helped hide his reaction to the scenario running through his head. Zach knew that desk quite well, though he hadn't checked out how much legroom Fletcher had at it. Still, he was able to imagine being on his knees, head bobbing faster and faster as Fletcher had to discuss something...DMLE-y. It didn't matter what. There were tricks Zach knew, and oh-
He sighed. As she spoke, the poor bloke had to adjust his trousers, "Woman! Oooooh. You go any more into that and I'll have to leave you here while I make a house call." Even Lavender talking about shagging him wasn't bringing him back from it.