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“Hey,” I said, my voice quiet but still bouncing off the walls.

“How are you?”

“It’s quiet here,” I answered.

He was silent for a moment. “It’s way too quiet here. I never thought I’d get used to constantly hearing you yammer with vendors, but here we are.”

I giggled. “I do notyammer. I converse.”

“Potato, potahto.”

I shook my head, smiling to myself. That tight feeling in my chest was already easing up.

“I am getting a lot more work done without the... distractions,” he replied, inuendo in his tone.

If I had a phone cord, I’d be twirling it around my finger. “I happen to miss the distractions.”

“Is that so?” His voice was husky, and I could tell he was turned on. Getting up, I went to the conference room door, shutting and locking it. Then I moved my computer by the door, playing music just in case.

“What is that?” he asked.

“Mood music,” I replied, a wink in my tone. “Are you alone?”

He groaned. “I have glass walls, Farrah.”

“Go to the bathroom,” I suggested. “Or better yet, do it under your desk. It will be our little secret.”

His voice came out a whisper. “Are you touching yourself?”

Dipping my fingers into the waistband of my skirt, I leaned back against the wall where he used to sit. “I am now.” I let out a soft moan, feeling so good. We hadn’t touched each other in a week, and I missed being with him like I’d miss breathing. “What would you do to me if we were here all alone?”

“First of all, I’d bend you over that table and spank you for distracting me from work.” His voice was hoarse.

“That was bad of me, wasn’t it?” I’d never been into spanking before, but when Gage slapped my ass during our week together, the mix of pain and pleasure was so delicious I wanted him to do it all over again. I drew my hand up from my clit, teasing my nipples through my bra.

“When that full ass is red with my handprint, I’ll get on my knees and kiss each cheek better before running my fingers over your nub.”

“God, that feels good,” I whimpered, acting out his words with my hand.

“Then I add my tongue, tasting you from behind. You’re already so wet because you like being bad sometimes.”

My fingers weren’t cutting it, so I dug through my purse, getting out my little vibrator and using a baby wipe to clean it. I licked it for moisture and turned it on, getting back to my sensitive spot. “You’re so hot when you eat me,” I moaned softly. “But I want to taste that big cock of yours and make you feel good.”

“You’re getting on your knees, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice rough.

“I am, and I’m taking your cock from your pants. It’s so big, Gage. I’m running my tongue over the tip, and it tastes so good filling up my mouth.”

“Fuck, Farrah.”

“I can barely fit it, but I take it all the way to the back of my throat until I make that sound you like.”

“Shiiit.”

“I can taste your precum, you’re so turned on.”

“I am, baby. Take me faster.”

“I’m moving my head over your cock, taking as much as I can.”