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“Pretend your fingers are mine. I want you to put your phone on my desk, put me on speakerphone, and lean back in my chair. Fuck yourself, Lia. Put your feet up on the desk, too. I want to hear how wet you are as you fuck yourself. Those are my fingers doing it though. Can you feel me?” He doesn’t wait for a response. “That’s it. Pump them a little faster. There you go.”

I’m so wet that I have three fingers thrusting into me with nothing but pleasure spreading through me. And when he tells me to start pinching my clit, I don’t know how long I can make this last. “Beck!”

“No coming yet, Lia. Roll your clit around for me, tweaking it like you would if it were a nipple. That’s what I want to do to you. Mmmm…” His voice trails off, softer than the hissing slide of his hand and a squirting sound of lotion. “I can hear you fucking yourself for me, getting ready for me to fuck you. Lia. I can just picture you there in my chair, spread open and ready for my tongue, my hand, my cock. I want to give you all of them.”

I can’t stop myself from arching upward, barely holding back from coming. “Please!”

He laughs, a dark, lusty sound. “If only you were here with me, Lia…” His hand speeds up; I try to match his pace. “I want to give this all to you.”

I’m poised on the edge, tight and loose all at the same time. My fingers haven’t stopped, and I don’t know if I could now even if someone walked in on me.

“All for you, Lia. All—for—you,” he grunts out. “Come for me, Lia.”

I barely hold back from crying out his name.

He has no such restraint. “Oh, Lia! Oh, fuck!” Beck comes loudly, a gravely groan punctuated with wet slides of his fingers over his cock.

My body convulses one more time as I shudder through a mini second orgasm.

A chime sounds from somewhere on his end of the call, and Beck fumbles with his phone. “I have to go, Lia. The pilot put on the ‘no electronics’ light, and I should clean up, I think. I’ll see you soon.” The line fills with static before the call ends.

It couldn’t be soon enough. Having sex with Beck was the most magical experience of my life. I doubt anything can top that. We were perfect together, better than I had ever dreamed it could be, and I have dreamed about him a lot over the years. The only problem with it—other than him being Tasha’s father—is that it was my first day on the job, and I was already fucking the boss! How can he take me seriously after that? Beck admitted to not having sex in a long time; despite his declaration that he had wanted me, our sex and the phone sex could have just been relief. I really don’t want to think that way, but it’s hard to do otherwise. I’m worried he thinks we made a mistake, despite the continuing sweetness and flirting during his trip.

I couldn’t bear it if he rejected me now, so I think it will be easier to just avoid the issue altogether. If I go on as if it didn’t happen, we can continue working side by side and enjoy the memory of how good we were together. This company is too important to Beck for him to jeopardize his reputation with the board by sleeping with an employee. After the show tonight, I’ll try to talk to him about it.

On shaking legs, I make my way to Beck’s bathroom to wash my hands. There’s no hiding the wet marks on his chair, and I’m torn between wiping them off or leaving them for Beck. I’ll leave them; it’s not like I can hide the musky sweet smell in here anyway.

My desk phone starts ringing as I go back to my office, and I actually smile when I see it’s my step-mom’s extension. I’m still on an endorphin high from Beck’s impromptu phone sex, and with my loan almost paid off to Dad, Jean’s been on my case a lot less. We even had a nice brunch together last Sunday while my dad was out golfing with friends. “Huntsworth Industries, executive office. This is Lia speaking. How can I help you?” I answer. It doesn’t hurt to keep in practice, even when I know who is on the other end of the line.

“Lia, it’s Jean. Your dad is taking me out for lunch at that Italian place you like. Do you want to join us? Our treat.”