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” Lauren did her damnedest to sound pissed. Jason knew she wasn’t.“Well, dear, sex in this office was all you ever talked about. I don’t recall but a handful of details. So I’m doing what appeals to me.”Lauren whirled around.“Oh, you are, are you?”“Yes…”Jason pulled Lauren close and kissed her, emphasizing his affirmative statement. For minutes they embraced. Tongues searched and swirled. Their bodies became inflamed with more than desire.Just as suddenly as Jason had turned her around, he whirled Lauren back around.“Hands back against the wall. Exactly where they were.”She did as instructed, but watched over her shoulder as Jason removed his coat, then his tie.He moved back close with further instructions.“Do not move your hands.”“But…” Lauren didn’t finish her protest when she felt Jason against her, his arousal evident. Arms wrapping around her and gently cupping her breasts, he again kissed her neck. Then nibbled. Maybe it was something between a nibble and a bite, but it made her. She was the most beautiful woman I knew and she had done strange things to me. Right now, for example, she had reduced me to a teenage boy who imagined her standing half naked behind that flimsy curtain. And, as a teenage boy, I had had to rearrange the crotch of my pants, hoping that none of the women around me would notice what I had done.Yes, I was in love all over again with the woman in cubicle two from the left. In fact, she was looking for a dress to wear tonight for when we would first go to the Met. Next we would have an intimate supper at our special Italian restaurant, after which we would walk over to our tiny piano bar and have our habitual nightcap-and-dance.But tonight at supper I would present my love with a small but very expensive trinket in a velvet covered little box. So — if all goes well and why shouldn't it? — we might skip the piano bar and...The images that colored my daydream tightened my pants even more. I sighed and tugged to erase the evidence. My eyes.
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