Robin

My head lifts at the sound of my office door opening. I frown, seeing August. "What are you doing here?"

"I came for lunch."

"There's a fast food place next to your job. Why didn't you just go there?"

"You're right, I came for dessert. Sit on the desk and open your legs."

I take a seat on the desk. When I spread my legs, August kneels between them. His hands on my thigh, I move closer. "We can't do this right now." I whisper, but a wetness grows between my legs as he moves my underwear aside.

He smiles up at me, "Shut up so I can eat this pussy just the way you like it, baby."

He rubs my clit a little and my breathing starts to quicken. "I have a meeting in like eight minutes."

When he slides a finger in, I gasp. "More than enough time."

August rubs his thumb on my clit and adds another finger. He slides them in and out of me at the perfect pace as I moan. When he adds another finger, my head falls back and my hands rest in his hair.

He glances at the clock and grins, "Think I can make Miss. Boss Lady cum twice in six minutes?"

I shake my head. Despite knowing he could, there wasn't a way in hell I was going to admit it. He smiles, "Bet on it."

With that said, August slips another finger in and as he picks up the pace, my back arches and I bite back a moan to keep from being heard. He lifts my shirt a little and pinches my nipple as I feel my orgasm reaching already. August rubs my clit faster and starts to hit my g-spot with his fingers.

With every hit, the orgasm nears until it finally comes. My toes curl and I grip his hair, his name falling out of my mouth as I cum all over his fingers.

"One." He says and before I have time to fully calm down, he sucks on my clit and continues sliding his fingers in and out of me.

I let go of his hair and grip the desk instead, moving closer to try to find my second release. Augusts squeezes my thigh with his free hand and picks up his pace with his other fingers. My hands go back to his hair when he turns his fingers and begins hitting my g-spot repeatedly again.

I cover my mouth and moan his name as I grip his hair and my eyes roll back, orgasming for the second time on his fingers.

"Two." He says, standing up and pulling my skirt back down as I breathe heavily.

"My gosh." I breathe out, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

August glances at the clock and smiles. "Would you look at that? There's still a minute left."

I hop off my desk, my legs wobbly as I take a seat in my chair. He walks to the door and licks his fingers. "By far the best dessert I've ever had." He says before walking away.

As soon as he leaves, Kelly walks in. "Ma'am, the meeting is about to-" she frowns, "Are you okay, Ms. Davis? You look a little pa-"

I stand up and grab my laptop. "I'm fine."

As I begin walking towards her, she points to my legs. "Ms. Davis, why are you walking like tha-"

"Yesterday was leg day." I interrupt her as we get to the door.

"But, you didn-"

"Shut up before I start pay-cuts, Kelly."

August

"Hi, my name's August Foreman and as of this year, I am a pro basketball player. I can assure you- what the fuck am I? Fifty years old?" I throw the brush on the couch and after air fist bumping Toto, I leave.

Tonight I was attending my first press conference and right now I was a ball of nerves. I had forgotten to hire a publicist last week because of how much I was worrying about tonight. Now I had no idea what to say.

I get inside of my car and try not to mess up my suit. As I begin driving, I call the only person I know can help me.

Robin answers after the third ring, "Why the hell are you calling me August?"

"I'm on my way to fuck the living shit out of you."

"You're supposed to message me, 'There's a snake in my boot' I thought we already agreed to thi-"

"Unfortunately, I'm joking. But I need your help."

"Why on Earth would I help you?"

I turn down the street, "Have I told you, you have the prettiest legs I've ever seen?"

"No, August, don't do that."

"And those hip dips!" I smile, "I'm telling you, holding them is the best part of fucking you."

"August, you're not going to flirt your way into this one."

"Come on, Robin, can we please pretend like we don't despise each other for like five minutes? I'm really fucking freaking out here."

She sighs, "What's up?"

I breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you!" I turn my volume up. "Alright, I have to go to this press conference and it's my first one. What should I say? How do I act? What questions should I expect? Give me some tips."

"Are you wearing a suit?"

"Yeah, but what does that have to d-"

"Confidence. It's all about confidence. Even if you have to fake it. You're already an egomaniac when it comes to your looks, so now you have to be an egomaniac when it comes to everything else."

"I'm lost right now."

When she clears her throat before speaking, I know she is about to go into her work mode. "Think back to when you're playing basketball. You're focused, yet still associating with your members. Your shot is precise and thought out, yet once you've made it, you act as if it was the easiest thing to do. You understand what I'm getting at? Be professional but still keep your charm. They'll eat it right up."

I laugh. "Someone's been watching my games."

"August." She deadpans.

"Alright, alright, I heard you. I understand what you're saying."

"And don't say anything about ass, don't say anything stupid, and don't do that weird thing with your hands."

I frown, "What weird thing with my hands?"

"The thing you do when you're around a lot of people. It's annoying and distracting."

"And the thing you do with your feet when you're nervous isn't?"

"I don't do anything with my feet when I'm nervous. What the hell are you talking about?"

"Yes you do. You tap them against the ground repeatedly, even when you're standing up. You look like a goddamn duck." I reply.

"Dipshit."

"Thank you for your help, loser." I say as I reach the building.

"Fuck you, you're welcome." She responds before hanging up.

I fix myself before stuffing my phone in my pocket and stepping out of the car. As soon as I step inside, my coach comes to me.

"Ready kid?" He asks, handing an earpiece to me.

I put it on and take a deep breath before nodding, "Yeah."

He smiles and pats my back. "Make me proud, kid."

I open the door to the room and camera lights instantly hit me. Reporters and coaches surround me as I take a seat. A red-headed woman approaches me and holds out flavored water.

"Would you like a water, Mr. Foreman?"

All eyes go on me and I fidget with my hands. "Uh, no thanks. Those taste like ass."

When they stare at me in confusion, I hold out my hands out in defense, "No offense to the ass eating community, of course. I fully support them."

They continue to stare at me and I scratch the back of my head, "You know my friend eats ass, so I'm not an ass-eater-basher, if that's what you guys are thinking." A camera man snaps a picture and I clear my throat. "Anyway, continue."

I remember Robin's tips and, for the rest of the conference, I manage not to embarrass myself. I answer the questions professionally, while still adding some jokes here and there, like she said. By the time I am done, everyone in the room is smiling.

Coach compliments me and some of my teammates pat my back. After staying and talking with a few of them, I decide I'm ready to go home. Walking off of the basketball court, I look up from my phone and turn around at the sound of someone coming inside. An unfamiliar man stands in front of me with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Hi, August." He says.

I frown in confusion at his knowledge of my name. "Are you one of the cheerleaders boyfriend's or something? Because you don't look familiar."

"No."

"Are you one of my teammates brother-"

"I'm your father."