Page 106 of Melted by a Man

I twirled a pen between my fingers and held my phone in the other, my eyes glued to my screen. I hoped to god she’d respond. Keep the conversation going. There was no chance in hell I could easily focus back on my tasks.

Minutes passed.

Suddenly, she responded.

But it was a voice message. I hadn’t ever received one from her before. I immediately pressed play, glancing up to ensure my office door was, indeed, closed. I lowered the volume on my cell, but crouched close so I could hear everything.

“I’m serious, Mr. Turner,” Jacqueline’s voice was a low whisper. I pictured her holding the mobile up to her luscious lips as she recorded this, “I don’t think I can wait any longer. I’maching…maybe…no, I really shouldn’t…” I was holding my breath, because I could hear how aroused she was. How her voice gained a raspy, low edge to it.

We were both at work, I could hear Brandon’s muffled voice talking during his meeting through the shared wall of our offices.

And there was still a decent amount left of her recording as she breathed through her pause, “…Maybe if I just…yeah—” the sound of shuffling and a zipper being undone made my pulse spike, my chest and groin heated, and a flush bloomed across my cheeks. I glanced at my closed office door again,was Jacqueline really about to— “Oh my god, I shouldn’t be doing this. But I can’t—oh my god, Leo…Oh…”

I was rock hard, my cock pressing against my zipper painfully as I focused in on the sounds of a repetitive motion, like a hand moving back and forth.

I glanced at the time at the top of my cell; it was 4:37 pm.

“…Yes, yes, god what have you done to me, Leo?”I don’t fucking know but don’t you dare stop, “This is so wrong. I shouldn’t be touching myself like this—but I can’t…” A low moan from her ended the voice recording, and I practically knocked my chair over from how fast I stood from my desk. My chair was probably still spinning by the time I reached my office door and scoured the space between our respective offices.

No one was loitering around. Jacqueline’s employees were probably gone already. Brandon was still deep in his meeting that I knew would last at least another hour.

Nicole had left early today, as she usually did.

I marched across the hall and threw Jacqueline’s office door open before catching it, and gently pushing it shut.

Jacqueline jolted at her desk, standing as she saw me barge into her space.

She placed a hand over her chest, “Christ, you scared—”

“Come here,” I interrupted her. I leaned my back against her closed office door, not sure if I could control myself.

Jacqueline’s lips parted, and even though her cheeks were already rosey, I saw them darken some more from across the room.

“What?” Jacqueline breathed. I saw her hand shift, reaching down for the undone zipper at the side of her skirt, pinching it between her fingers. She pulled it up an inch before I pointed a finger at her hand.

“Don’t you dare zip that up,” my voice was low, quiet enough that no one could hear me from the other side of the door. There was a window right next to the frame, allowing anyone in the hallway to look inside. Which was why it was so important for Jacqueline to come to me, before I lost control.

“R-really?” Jacqueline asked. Her chest was heaving, and her hand froze. A sliver of her thigh was revealed from her undone skirt. I could still hear the sound of her unzipping it in her voice message. I was about three seconds from charging across the room.

“I’m fully serious. C’mere, Ms. Williams.” I pointed to my feet, holding her gaze with mine. I held unwavering eye contact with her, and she swallowed.

I almost shouted with joy when she slowly moved around her desk.

She was nervous, but just as desperate as I was.

Eventually, after a painful amount of time, Jacqueline stood directly in front of me. She held her pencil skirt up with one hand, biting her lip as her gaze dropped to the window next to me.

Well, I could fix that issue.

I grabbed her hips and turned, pressing her back against her office door as I stepped forward to crowd her space.

“Oh—” I cut her off, not a single kind or gentle muscle in my body. My tongue invaded her lips, taking everything. She ground into me, her hands gripping either side of my neck as she struggled to meet my kiss. To duel with me. To kiss me back as heavily as I was kissing her.

Jacqueline Williams could ruin me, and I wasn’t sure she had any idea.

“Did you come?” I asked against her mouth.

“N-no,” Jacqueline whispered, before biting my bottom lip. She traced her tongue over it, her teeth a gentle hold. I moaned, before grinding my erection against the apex of her thighs. Her skirt and my jeans created a thick barrier between us, but I didn’t care. I knew she could still feel me. Feel what she did to me.

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