Page 90 of The Fed Sex Man

“Thank you.”

He stood and leaned over my desk. “Kiss me.”

Deciding how to kiss Tyson was like choosing which pair of shoes I should purchase off the sale rack – regardless of the decision I made, I’d second-guess myself later. Hard, soft, aggressive, tongue, no tongue, nibble or not to nibble.

I never knew which one was fitting. Nevertheless, I complied with his wish, giving him a lot of lip and a little tongue. One thing was immediately clear. It was the right moment, he was the right man, and I’d chosen the right kiss.

When our mouths parted, I met his gaze. His smiling eyes confirmed we shared the same belief.

Best. Kiss. Ever.

He wiped his bottom lip with the edge of his index finger. “That was nice.”

“I’ve got more where that came from.”

“I can’t wait.” He picked up his phone and put it in his pocket. “Come by when you get off work?”

“Be in bed naked,” I said, trying to remain straight-faced. “I’ll just let myself in with my new key.”

He winked. “Atta girl.”

“Is that a yes?”

He turned away. “I guess you’ll find out when you get off work.”

As he walked away, I raised my right hand and gave the same wave a child gives at a parade as the floats roll past. His arrival, the visit, and his departure had me in a complete daze. I stared blankly at the door, uncertain if I could work another five hours without making a trip to the bathroom with my trusty vibrator.

Jenny’s voice reminded me of the risks associated with demonstrating affection in the workplace. “You’ve got really nice tits, by the way.”

My eyes bulged. “You saw that?”

“Afraid so.”

I stood. “Pictures?”

“A few.”

“Will you send them to me?”

She smiled. “Already did.”