When Roxy walked into the office, she hadn’t planned on catching Eggsy on his knees in front of Harry, Harry’s trousers around his ankles.

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When Roxy walked into the office, she hadn’t planned on catching Eggsy on his knees in front of Harry, Harry’s trousers around his ankles.

But she was a spy and a lady and generally an all-round sensible, practical person who neither shocked easily nor let anything – including her boss’s penis – come between her and her job, so she cleared her throat and calmly said, “Arthur, here are the phone transcripts you requested for the Mulligan case.”

Eggsy made a muffled sound of alarm and started to take his mouth off Harry’s cock in a panic, then appeared to change his mind and shuffled into the footwell of the desk to hide from her instead.

“Thank you, Lancelot,” Harry said, devastatingly formal and polite in an attempt to mask his embarrassment, “you may leave them on my desk and I’ll comb through them this afternoon.”

“Yes, sir.” She placed the folder by his blotter and added, “Please remind Eggsy our table at Le Gavroche is booked for eight,” before leaving them to it and cracking up in horrified giggles in the corridor.