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Take your shorts off.
Eve
I thought I was supposed to be getting you hard?
Boston
Oh, trust me. It is. Did you do it?
I shot a glance at the clock and then at the door. I was definitely late for my shift, but I couldn’t go out there like this. Arousal pooled at my core, coating my panties. I’d slip right off the freaking pole if I went out there as wet and needy as I was right now.
Wouldn’t that be a fucking show.
All my staff was out doing their thing. Nobody was going to know what I was doing in here.
I flicked the button on my pants and tugged them down, lifting my ass until they pooled around my ankles.
Eve
Yes. I did it.
Boston
And? What do you want?
What did I want? I squeezed my thighs together. I wanted to call him and hear his voice grumble down the line. I wanted him to be here right now. I wanted to come.
I only told him the last bit.
Boston
Fuck.
My phone binged again with a video. Holy shit.
I moaned quietly and slipped my fingers inside my panties while I watched the video.
Boston’s dick was huge. And the noises he made in the background of his video while he ran his palm up and down his shaft had my breath coming in pants.
I rolled my clit beneath my fingertips, making tight, rapid circles, going hard right from the very beginning. Normally when I did this, I started slow and easy, but I was already on the edge of coming, I didn’t need slow and easy tonight.
I needed hot and fast. I needed hard and strong. I needed Boston, but my own fingers would have to do.
I set the phone down on the desktop, knowing I was too close now to continue texting or watching his video.
At the last moment, I hit ‘record’ with the camera pointed in my direction.
I thought about him. About sending him the video. About him watching as I brought myself to the brink while I thought about him. I pushed my fingers up inside myself, stretching my tight cunt, and worked my clit with my other hand.
Tiny moans escaped my mouth and I threw my head back, rocking on my chair while the pleasure spiraled out of control.
“Oh!” My internal walls clamped down around my fingers and pulsed, riding out my orgasm.
I shuddered with the release that had been so very needed. Stress and tension melted away, along with every problem I had riding on my shoulders. All of them replaced with complete bliss and relaxation.
My phone binged again, and I straightened, wiping my fingers on some tissues. I stopped the recording and checked the message.
Boston
