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“Lean down here.” Running her fingers through my hair, I close my eyes at her touch and fight desperately not to lean into her. “That’s the best I can do. I didn’t mean to mess up your hair.”

“That’s alright. I thoroughly enjoyed you messing it up. I’ll walk out running my fingers through it. Everyone thinks you were in here bitching me out for spacing during the meeting, so I have a legit reason for having messy hair.”

She looks thoughtful for a minute before biting her bottom lip. “Why don’t you text me tonight when you get done with work? I have to leave early today for an appointment.”

“I don’t have your number.”

“Oh, right.” She looks shocked by the knowledge. “Give me your phone and I’ll put my number in.”

I watch as she lithely types on my phone with a mischievous grin. I want to wipe that grin off her face by shoving my cock in her mouth and watching her pretty pink lips suck me off.

An alarm goes off on her phone and for one moment I think that she’s texted herself with my phone until it continues its incessant noise and a scowl forms on her face.

Standing, Sadie hands me back my phone and gathers a few files along with her purse while clearly flustered.

“Do I need to go down on you again?” I tuck my phone back in my pocket and pick up my notebook and pen.

“What?” she asks looking up at me with her cute little nose scrunched up. “No, but thank you. I… I really must go now. I’ll talk to you later tonight.”

She sweeps past me and to the door where she stands holding it open clearly waiting on me to leave her office. As I push past her, I speak so only she can hear. “Tonight.”

From my cubicle, I watch her step onto the elevator and then lock eyes with me before the doors close, breaking the spell that she has on me.

Only it’s not broken. I can still smell her on my fingers and taste her on my lips as if she was right in front of me. Under me.

Once again, I have to readjust myself and make sure no one is looking. If anyone saw how often I rearranged myself, it would be embarrassing to say the least, and I can’t imagine what anyone would think was constantly getting me hard. Maybe they would think I watched porn at my desk.

Needless to say, it takes me longer than I would like to regain control of myself and get back to work. I’, going to prove to everyone that I’m the right man chosen to work on the Johnson account and not let Sadie down.

Ten minutes before I’m supposed to clock out, I slip my phone out of my pocket to text Sadie only to find a message waiting for me. She must have typed it when she had my phone earlier.

Tyson,

I want you in my bed tonight.

I want to feel your body above mine.

Crushing me.

Fucking me.

Making me feel alive.

Meet me at my house tonight when you get off work. If I’m not there find the spare key under the mermaid rock in the backyard.

xoxo

I’mup and headed for the elevator before I think to hide the bulge in my pants. Fuck! She has me acting like I’m in high school again.

But fuck if I don’t love it.

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Sadie

What had I been thinking?

Moving the ice pack, I moan and bury my face in my pillow.

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