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Elijah wore a little smile, lathering up his worked-out muscles, covering them with thick white suds. The camera caught him from different angles, soaping his chest and stomach. There was a nice shot of him doing his shoulders and letting the lather flow down his back. And then, the camera moved in low and close to catch him washing what hung so deliciously beneath the sopping-wet bush of hair at the junction of his thighs.

Oh yes, wehadto get a close look atthat:Elijah’s strong hands, one free and one with the bar of soap, lathering up the thick, dangling hose of his dick, then reaching behind it to cover the pendulous pouch of his balls. Washing off, he pulled the foreskin over the head, then released it, making the head pop back out. His dick and balls were covered with lather only for a moment before he turned and let the water splash onto them and leave them exposed again, clean as a whistle. The big, thick whistle that I gave Elijah was perfect for blowing.

The camera pulled back for a last long shot of Elijah running his hands up and down his rinsed-off body, letting me imagine what it must be like to feel those hard but slippery-wet muscles all over him. I smiled a very appreciative smile at that; my director was doing a good job.

I let the shot dissolve into Elijah returning to the locker room just as lusciously naked as when he left it. He opened up his locker again, took out a big white towel, and wrapped it around himself below the waist. There was a mirror on the inside locker door, and he took a moment to study himself in it, as I’d studied him during his sexy clean-up. The camera pulled back a little as he started to work the towel over that wondrous body, signaling that the show was over.

I came out of my little locker-room movie with a dreamy smile lingering on my face. I never realized what a vivid imagination I could have until I used it to conjure up this fantasy of my boss after his workout. I had given Elijah what one of my girlfriends in school once called a “tallywhacker” down below. I laughed a little at that recollection. I had no way of knowing what nature had given Elijah in the trousers, but really, when a guy is as handsome as that and has a body like that, it’s only right that he should have a tallywhacker.

Leaning back on the couch, with my mostly finished bowl of stew, I returned to the show that I was watching, which had gotten to a scene that didn’t include one of the starring hunks. Even if one of them had been on at the moment, I could never have gotten as good a look at him on TV as what my mind’s eye had just given me of Elijah. For a girl who had never seen the dick of a boy she was dating and had never touched or sucked a dick or had it inside her, I seemed to have quite an ambitious imagination.

Which returned me to the question: If Elijah wanted to fuck me, if he asked if I would let him fuck me, what would I say?

I was beginning to have a very good idea of the answer. But, I would not be the one to initiate it. The ball was in his court.

CHAPTER19

Elijah. Friday

The last morning of the work week. My mind, this Friday morning, was filled not with work like it should have been, but with thoughts of who was working one floor below me.

Unable to concentrate on much of anything else, I took advantage of the privilege she had given me of having her phone number, and texted Corinne.

Hey,I sent her,you want to sneak out to lunch together today?

Exactly the answer that I wanted came back.Love to.

I texted her a thumbs-up in response, then set down my phone and actually started to swivel back and forth in my chair, softly laughing to myself. I felt like a teenager again. Actually, I felt like an engine that I’d had to shut off when Kathleen and I had just restarted. My heart roared and hummed like a kick-started motorcycle.

Naturally, that was right when my desk phone rang. Though I muted my laughter, my smile lingered as I picked up for Barbara. She said simply, “Leo.”

“Fine,” I grinned.

My adolescent smile was still there when the door opened and my partner entered. Shutting the door behind him, he pointed to my expression and asked, “What are you so happy about? Tell me it’s a new deal brewing.”

In fact, there was a new deal brewing, but not the sort of deal that Leo was thinking of. “What, I can’t just be happy?”

He crossed his arms suspiciously and replied, “Depends on why.”

I folded my hands and looked over at him, pondering whether or not to tell him exactly what was giving me such a good mood, measuring what his reaction might be. He studied me as intently as I did him, waiting for his answer.

Finally I decided,What the hell? I’m in such a good mood, even a less than positive reaction from Leo couldn’t spoil it.

“I’m going out to lunch with Corinne.”

There was a full stop of silence after that. Leo looked at me with the half-turn of his head that he reserved for moments when he wasn’t completely sure that he liked what he was hearing. “Corinne Gordon. From downstairs. The intern who just got here.ThatCorinne.”

“She’s the only Corinne down there,” I said.

He sort of clenched his teeth and shook his head at me. Hereallyseemed not to like what he was hearing. He wondered aloud with a strong note of concern, “Is that even legal?”

I arched my eyebrows, tilted my head, and shrugged at the question. “You know, I don’t seem to recall anything in the company handbook about…what would be the expression?”

“Fraternizing?” he offered.

“Okay, yes. Fraternizing between executive staff and lower-level employees. I don’t think we have a rule against it. And really, we associate with lower-level staff in all kinds of ways. We have office parties and office luncheons and so forth. There’s not really a rule about social life overlapping with work life.”

“Yes,” he pointed out. “However, those may be social functions, but they’re also work things. Company morale, that kind of thing. You going out with Corinne…”

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