Kyne groaned as he felt your body respond to his touch, his desire for you growing impossibly stronger. His other hand slid down between your legs, stroking softly over the thin fabric of your underwear before parting them and slipping a finger inside. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you.

Kyne growled low in his throat as he felt you moan around his fingers, your body tensing and relaxing around him. He pushed deeper, thrusting harder until he could feel you starting to lose control. "Come for me," he demanded roughly, his hand moving faster as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. "Let it out."

Dr. Jenson leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk once more as he thought through various scenarios and strategies. "I suggest we meet with your boss first," he began, "to discuss your workload and the possibility of adjustments. It's important that you don't come across as uncooperative or difficult." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Afterwards, we can arrange for a dinner party at your home with both families present.

Dr. Jenson nodded in approval, "Good. And once we're all together, I can propose to you in front of everyone. That should throw them off guard and give us some time to figure out our next move." He paused, considering the plan carefully before continuing, "It's essential that you act natural during this entire process. No one must suspect that anything is amiss."