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I lay back on the wooden table, imagining just that, my coffee shop beau standing before me, giving me the sliest smile and telling me to pull up my dress. I do. In the darkened room, on the conference table, I slide the skirt of my dress up, brushing my fingers gently over my legs. I imagine it is him touching me, feeling the smooth skin of my inner thighs. His fingers inch toward my hot pussy.
Looping my fingers under the sides of my panties, I pull them down and off my legs. I set them to the side while I run the fingers of my other hand up my pussy folds. I tease myself savoring each touch, each brush, and flick. Opening my legs wider, I grab the vibe and glide it up and down my slit. I’m wet and ready for this. This thing has twenty-five different settings. It’s going to make me cum and cum good.
“Oh, yes,” I breathe.
The plastic toy slides into me, widening my pussy and pushing back its walls. The girth is good. I feel full and happy. Closing my eyes, I touch around the handle for the buttons. The first one I press isn’t the on switch, so I run my hand up the hilt more.
A bright light hits my eyelids.
What the fuck?!
I snap my eyes open and find myself staring into the bulb of the florescent lights above me. They don’t work, or rather, they aren’t supposed to. They haven’t in the two years I have worked here. What the fuck?!
That is when it occurs to me that I’m not alone. Not anymore.
My body freezes. My skirt is pulled way up onto my waist. My panties are gone. Anyone who had come in the way I did will be staring at my vibrator filled pussy.
Please don’t be Sloane, I pray, or Kane or Ashton or anyone!
I am so fired. I am so fucken fired. My secret will be all over Watercooler, the interoffice chat app, in seconds and people will be laughing their asses off. I will never be hired anywhere in Manhattan again. I will end up having to move back in with my parents in Idaho.
Whoever is with me clears their throat. The sound is deep. They are male. For some reason, that didn’t make me feel any better.
Please don’t be from security or the old janitor. God, he has to be like eighty. Not sure how he even pushes that broom around.
“I suggest…” a male voice starts. It isn’t one I recognize.
My body unfreezes. I swing my legs closed and pull my head up to stare into the large sky-blue eyes of a total stranger. A somewhat hot total stranger who is drinking in every inch of my bare legs. He is leaning against the wall, one hand still on the light switch. Obviously, he wasn’t planning to find me down here. We have surprised each other.
“There are no cameras down here!”
I have no idea why I blurt that out. Maybe I want to give some kind of explanation for my behavior. Not that that is a good explanation but admitting that I couldn’t go a few hours without an orgasm seems like something I can’t admit.
The man chuckles. He glances down, and I take the opportunity to run my eyes over his body. He is long and lean with broad shoulders, clad in black jeans and a black t-shirt which are a little rumpled. But his shoes are expensive, I can tell by the shine on the leather. McKenzie Tech has a dress code. One that he certainly isn’t following.
Who the fuck is this guy?
“There are cameras in here now,” he explains and scratches on the blonde stubble that lines his jaw. I feel my heart sink. He points to two mounted cameras in the corners of the room. “They are the best in the whole office.” He takes a step towards me, brings his hands down, and sticks his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. The smirk on his full lips is a tad menacing. “They have night vision too.” He leans towards me, lowering his voice to a growl. “They see in the dark and are always recording.”
I want to scramble away. I should grab my panties, take out my vibrator, and run the hell out of there. But something about his stare has me pinned to the table. I know I am in bad trouble.
The stranger glides forward a few steps, his gate easy and self-assured like he owns the room or the whole office or whatever. As he reaches the conference table that I’m stuck to, he runs a finger over it like he is testing it for dust. I can feel him getting closer to me — the heat of his body reaches mine. It makes me breathless.
