Page 89 of The Fed Sex Man

“Heavenly is pretty accurate. Maybe better than heavenly, I just don’t know what else to compare it to.”

I had the pussy of an angel. I beamed with pride. “Heavenly is good,” I said with a smile. “Let’s stick with that.”

“Okay.” He nodded toward my hand. “Put that key in your key ring and keep that piece of paper in a safe place, you’re making me nervous.”

Still floating on my pussy compliment cloud, I’d forgotten I was holding it. “I will,” I assured him. “Sorry.”

He gestured toward his phone. “You’re not going to look at my phone, are you?”

I wanted to, but not while he was watching. I wanted to spend an afternoon going through it while he was working on his car or taking a nap. I wondered if he ever took naps and decided probably not.

“No,” I said. “I trust you.”

He picked up the phone and shook his head.

“What?” I asked.

“That was a pretty big deal to me, and you act like it’s nothing.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “It’s a big deal to me, too. I’m glad you’re being transparent, but I trust you.”

“Thank you.”

He fidgeted in his seat for a moment, and then glanced over each shoulder before looking at me again. “Show me your tits.”

His request took me by complete surprise. I wrinkled my nose and glared through thinning eyes. “What?”

He cleared his throat. “Your tits. Get ‘em out.”

“I looked to my left, down the aisles of books, just to make sure Jenny wasn’t videoing our conversation. After satisfying myself that we were alone, I gave one of the reasons I was opposed to doing so.

“I’m wearing a tee shirt,” I said. “It’s not that easy.”

“Get. Them. Out.”

The tone of his voice was different. Stern. Demanding. I reached for the hem of my shirt.

He cocked his head, as if frustrated with my lack of compliance.

In one motion, I raised it, catching the underwire of my bra with my fingertips as I pulled the shirt past. My boobs rose slightly and then fell into place. His eyes followed them, paused for an instant, and then met mine.

Having my tits out in the open office was more liberating than I expected it to be. Holding my shirt against my shoulders, I raised both brows. “Good enough?”

He reached across the desk and pinched my left nipple so hard I had to clench my jaw to refrain from making any discernable noise. When his hand returned to his lap, I still felt the pressure of his fingers on my hardened nipple.

My pussy was soaked.

“Holy crap,” I said through my teeth. “Was there a reason for that?”

He smiled. “I didn’t want you to think because I’ve been being sweet that I’m getting soft, because I’m not. I’m committed to you, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you.”

I swallowed heavily. “I don’t want you to.”

“Good. Because I know what I want.” He gestured behind me with his eyes. “Doing things like fucking you against that wall back there is part of it. So is this.”

“Okay.”

He gestured toward my swollen nipple with his eyes. “You can put your shirt down now.”