with?”
“A new client.” Zach. “He’s around thirty.” Three years older than she. And extremely talented when it came to matters beneath her desk.
“A man?”
“That’s what ‘he’ usually implies.” Tess’s nipples tightened beneath her sleep shirt. Every time she remembered Zach caressing her panties yesterday, arousal coursed through her. Other than their amazing phone sex and approaching him in the bar, when had she last acted so free? She couldn’t stop thinking about what might have continued to happen in her office if Sammi hadn’t interrupted them.
If she were sexually braver.
If she didn’t give two rips about her career.
Jenna’s chuckle carried over the speaker. “He must be hot. You hate golfing.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Maybe you should do more than golf with this guy.”
Unease trickled down Tess’s spine. Why couldn’t Jenna and Chloe accept that she needed to put her career first? Not to insult their professions, but Chloe supervised a few coffeehouse workers and Jenna had recently graduated from golf course management school. Would anyone care if either of them hooked up with a customer?
She rolled the vibrator in her hands. Her thumb nicked the switch, and the unit buzzed. Squealing, she tossed Mr. G.V. into the torn box.
“What was that?” Jenna asked.
Face blazing, Tess grabbed Mr. G.V. and turned him off. “The stove timer.”
“Sounds like a vibrator.”
Jenna of the Overactive Libido would know! “It’s just the dinger telling me the stove is hot enough for my cookies.”
“You mean your chocolate cake.”
“Yeah. That.”
Jenna laughed. “Oookay, whatever. Enjoy yourself, Tess. G’night.”
“’Night.” Tess returned the phone to its charging unit in the living room. After covering Buddy’s cage with a night cloth, she absconded to her bedroom, Mr. G. in hand.
Under the covers, she closed her eyes and lifted her sleep shirt above her breasts. Parting her legs, she started the vibrator. Loud humming reverberated in the quiet summer night, warming her palm and shooting tingles up her arm.
She bit her bottom lip. She needed a fantasy—featuring Zach. His deep voice on the phone, his skillful fingers stroking her panties.
“Keep doing that,” she’d murmured, and he’d responded in gravely tones, “My pleasure.”
A moment later, she didn’t require lube. Zach’s hands and mouth moved over her, his husky voice spurring her excitement. She moved Mr. G. slowly in and out of her slick channel, pushing the toy deep until her vagina throbbed, then easing out the unit to hover at her entrance…until the pulsing subsided and she wasn’t in danger of coming too soon. She wanted this to last. Her swollen labia and aching nipples craved Zach’s touch, courtesy of Mr. G.
Her fantasy transported them to her office. She and Zach were under her desk again. This time, he tugged off her panties and positioned himself behind her, on his knees like she was. Except this was a fantasy, so while she leaned onto her elbows in their hidey-hole, he found room to maneuver.
He slid two fingers inside her, and she moaned.
“God, you’re wet ,” he murmured. “Incredible. Amazing.”
His fingers stroked faster and faster, spiraling her toward climax.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his big fingers leaving her body.
“Please.” Her need for him saturated her voice.
“No, not my fingers, Tess. I want my cock inside you.”
“Oh yes. I want that, too.”
“I need you out from under this desk.”
Right now, she’d do whatever he asked. He moved away, giving her room to respond to his commands. On her knees, she backed up. She stood and kissed him, their tongues tangling in a tantalizing rhythm she yearned to duplicate with their bodies. She didn’t have to worry about Sammi barging in, because the seductive curtain of night had fallen in her office.
They were alone.
Zach ripped off her jacket and bra and greedily sucked her nipples. The erotic
“A new client.” Zach. “He’s around thirty.” Three years older than she. And extremely talented when it came to matters beneath her desk.
“A man?”
“That’s what ‘he’ usually implies.” Tess’s nipples tightened beneath her sleep shirt. Every time she remembered Zach caressing her panties yesterday, arousal coursed through her. Other than their amazing phone sex and approaching him in the bar, when had she last acted so free? She couldn’t stop thinking about what might have continued to happen in her office if Sammi hadn’t interrupted them.
If she were sexually braver.
If she didn’t give two rips about her career.
Jenna’s chuckle carried over the speaker. “He must be hot. You hate golfing.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Maybe you should do more than golf with this guy.”
Unease trickled down Tess’s spine. Why couldn’t Jenna and Chloe accept that she needed to put her career first? Not to insult their professions, but Chloe supervised a few coffeehouse workers and Jenna had recently graduated from golf course management school. Would anyone care if either of them hooked up with a customer?
She rolled the vibrator in her hands. Her thumb nicked the switch, and the unit buzzed. Squealing, she tossed Mr. G.V. into the torn box.
“What was that?” Jenna asked.
Face blazing, Tess grabbed Mr. G.V. and turned him off. “The stove timer.”
“Sounds like a vibrator.”
Jenna of the Overactive Libido would know! “It’s just the dinger telling me the stove is hot enough for my cookies.”
“You mean your chocolate cake.”
“Yeah. That.”
Jenna laughed. “Oookay, whatever. Enjoy yourself, Tess. G’night.”
“’Night.” Tess returned the phone to its charging unit in the living room. After covering Buddy’s cage with a night cloth, she absconded to her bedroom, Mr. G. in hand.
Under the covers, she closed her eyes and lifted her sleep shirt above her breasts. Parting her legs, she started the vibrator. Loud humming reverberated in the quiet summer night, warming her palm and shooting tingles up her arm.
She bit her bottom lip. She needed a fantasy—featuring Zach. His deep voice on the phone, his skillful fingers stroking her panties.
“Keep doing that,” she’d murmured, and he’d responded in gravely tones, “My pleasure.”
A moment later, she didn’t require lube. Zach’s hands and mouth moved over her, his husky voice spurring her excitement. She moved Mr. G. slowly in and out of her slick channel, pushing the toy deep until her vagina throbbed, then easing out the unit to hover at her entrance…until the pulsing subsided and she wasn’t in danger of coming too soon. She wanted this to last. Her swollen labia and aching nipples craved Zach’s touch, courtesy of Mr. G.
Her fantasy transported them to her office. She and Zach were under her desk again. This time, he tugged off her panties and positioned himself behind her, on his knees like she was. Except this was a fantasy, so while she leaned onto her elbows in their hidey-hole, he found room to maneuver.
He slid two fingers inside her, and she moaned.
“God, you’re wet ,” he murmured. “Incredible. Amazing.”
His fingers stroked faster and faster, spiraling her toward climax.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his big fingers leaving her body.
“Please.” Her need for him saturated her voice.
“No, not my fingers, Tess. I want my cock inside you.”
“Oh yes. I want that, too.”
“I need you out from under this desk.”
Right now, she’d do whatever he asked. He moved away, giving her room to respond to his commands. On her knees, she backed up. She stood and kissed him, their tongues tangling in a tantalizing rhythm she yearned to duplicate with their bodies. She didn’t have to worry about Sammi barging in, because the seductive curtain of night had fallen in her office.
They were alone.
Zach ripped off her jacket and bra and greedily sucked her nipples. The erotic
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