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"Where are you?" I say, closing my eyes as my head falls back. "I need to see you."
"Nu-uh-uh. This is a chat line only," she says, teasing me. "I don't offer the full experience to just anyone. But…I could make an exception for you."
"You're goddamn right," I say. "You're closed for business unless you're with me. I'm the only one, babe. Say it."
"You're the one," she says, "and I take very good care of you, don't I?"
"You fucking know it."
"I can't wait to see you later so I can….s….on…grre…all over you."
Fucking damn it.
"You're breaking up," I groan. "Where are you?"
"Shoot, I'm sorry. I'm getting on the bus. Bad reception."
There are some muffling sounds on her end of the call.
"I might lose you," she says, her voice cutting in and out.
"Can you hear me?" I say as I stroke myself.
"I'm getting on the bus," she says, her voice muffled with static and noise. "Can you….heaar…"
The call drops and I curse as I slam the phone down.
Why the fuck do I have my driver parked outside our building 24/7 if she's going to take the bus?
She is going to need a stern talking-to.
There's a knock at the door.
"Fucking goddamn it," I mutter, jumping up and putting my cock back into my pants. I stride across the room and swing the door open.
"Mary, I thought I asked you —"
But as I open the door, Opal is the one who's there, cute and sexy as all fucking hell in a little black skirt and silky white button-down that shows a hint of her modest, perky little tits. Her tiny black purse is slug under her arm. She looks so sweet. It's almost too much.
I grab her hand and pull her into my office.
"I'm so fucking happy to see you," I say as I close the door. She's in all her glory — wavy brown hair cascading down to her shoulders, a natural flush on her cheeks, long eyelashes fluttering. So refined, not a single thing out of place. I'm about to change that.
"I wanted to surprise my man at work," she says, running her hands up my stomach and patting me on the chest. "I love this office. It holds such good memories."
And it is going to hold so, so many more.
"Should I head over to my own office and give you a call once I get there?" she says, throwing her thumb over her shoulder. "I don't want my presence to distract —"
I sack her around the waist and throw her over my shoulder. She yelps as I give her ass a good smack and sit her down on the edge of my desk. Her skirt rides up her thighs. I can almost see her panties.
"For the love of god, please tell me you did not get on the bus like this."
She blushes and shakes her head.
"I know better than that."
"Good," I say, "I don't want any other guys looking at this sweet little ass. That's my ass."
