fridge and sat down at the dining table/desk. Wiggling the wireless
mouse, she woke her laptop from its slumber and logged into her office email.
As usual, only a few new messages awaited her, two of which
had sender names that sent her stomach quivering. Marc’s had a subject line of
the name of their current project, but the email itself seemed to be in code.
Just wanted to touch base with you. I looked forward to
seeing if you had any more to add to our discussion. I hope you’re feeling
better soon.
Marc
Since he’d used the office email, anyone who read this would
easily think he referred to some idea they’d talked about on Friday. But her
gut—or was it her heart?—knew he meant their evening at Unfettered.
Brad’s read much the same.
Hey, sorry to hear you weren’t up to coming in today. I
hope it’s just a passing bug. I might call later to get your feedback on a few
ideas.
Lori typed quick, neutral replies saying she’d be working
from home if they needed to talk about the project. She didn’t think a phone
call was the right way to discuss their future outside work.
She received a text from Marc shortly after hitting send .
How are you, really? Short and to the point.
I’m okay. Just needed a down day.
I won’t pry, but was worried. You’re never sick.
I’m sure I’ll be back at work tomorrow. But she still
couldn’t imagine facing the two men. Either her panties would drench at the
memories of what they made her body feel, or she’d blush so blatantly in the
middle of a meeting, everyone would know something was up.
I trust you’ll tell me if you need anything. Wow, his
words cut through any remaining morning fog in her mind. Trust. With just one
word he was her master.
A comforting warmth settled over her. He had her back. Her
well-being was in his hands and it was safe.
Lori smiled. Thank you. She needed to talk to them
both and be honest with her concerns. But first, she needed coffee.
Even after her second cup, she was no closer to knowing how
to explain herself. They’d had two sessions together at Unfettered. Two dates,
if she were to compare this situation to her past relationships. She was
rushing things if she thought she needed to make long-range plans after two
dates.
But the whole issue was whether she could function normally
at work if they continued to see each other at a club. She was back to square
one. And wasting time thinking about Marc and Brad when she should be working.
For the next two hours she wrote, revised and tossed out
several campaign ideas. Tugging at her hair in frustration, she decided to
shower and eat before trying again. Somehow, she needed to get her mind back on
her work. Fully on her work, without the visions of her naked masters ordering
her to suck their cocks.
Ohhh. That was the wrong image to think about when
she wanted to put them out of her head. Immediately, memories of their moans of
arousal filled her. Her nipples tingled as they tightened.
Heading to the bathroom, she debated using the shower
massage wand to take the edge off her building need. How insane! She was
stronger than this. Never had she felt uncontrollable urges in the middle of
the morning.
A tepid shower cooled her down and after pulling on a pair
of yoga pants and pale-pink t-shirt, she sat back down at her laptop and typed
up a decent presentation. She was reading through it when her phone buzzed with
a text message from Brad.
Can I bring lunch by?
How sweet, but how illogical. He couldn’t get to her place
and back with a stop for food, all within his lunch hour. No, thanks. I’m
good.
I know you’re good, but you need to eat.
Did he think she lay half-dead in bed and couldn’t make it
to the fridge? Really, I have food. Soup, salad, sandwich fixings…
Okay, how ‘bout I stop by and pick up lunch from you?
Sounds delicious.
Lori smiled. You’d be late getting back. She stopped
herself from adding that she’d cook for him another time. She wasn’t
mouse, she woke her laptop from its slumber and logged into her office email.
As usual, only a few new messages awaited her, two of which
had sender names that sent her stomach quivering. Marc’s had a subject line of
the name of their current project, but the email itself seemed to be in code.
Just wanted to touch base with you. I looked forward to
seeing if you had any more to add to our discussion. I hope you’re feeling
better soon.
Marc
Since he’d used the office email, anyone who read this would
easily think he referred to some idea they’d talked about on Friday. But her
gut—or was it her heart?—knew he meant their evening at Unfettered.
Brad’s read much the same.
Hey, sorry to hear you weren’t up to coming in today. I
hope it’s just a passing bug. I might call later to get your feedback on a few
ideas.
Lori typed quick, neutral replies saying she’d be working
from home if they needed to talk about the project. She didn’t think a phone
call was the right way to discuss their future outside work.
She received a text from Marc shortly after hitting send .
How are you, really? Short and to the point.
I’m okay. Just needed a down day.
I won’t pry, but was worried. You’re never sick.
I’m sure I’ll be back at work tomorrow. But she still
couldn’t imagine facing the two men. Either her panties would drench at the
memories of what they made her body feel, or she’d blush so blatantly in the
middle of a meeting, everyone would know something was up.
I trust you’ll tell me if you need anything. Wow, his
words cut through any remaining morning fog in her mind. Trust. With just one
word he was her master.
A comforting warmth settled over her. He had her back. Her
well-being was in his hands and it was safe.
Lori smiled. Thank you. She needed to talk to them
both and be honest with her concerns. But first, she needed coffee.
Even after her second cup, she was no closer to knowing how
to explain herself. They’d had two sessions together at Unfettered. Two dates,
if she were to compare this situation to her past relationships. She was
rushing things if she thought she needed to make long-range plans after two
dates.
But the whole issue was whether she could function normally
at work if they continued to see each other at a club. She was back to square
one. And wasting time thinking about Marc and Brad when she should be working.
For the next two hours she wrote, revised and tossed out
several campaign ideas. Tugging at her hair in frustration, she decided to
shower and eat before trying again. Somehow, she needed to get her mind back on
her work. Fully on her work, without the visions of her naked masters ordering
her to suck their cocks.
Ohhh. That was the wrong image to think about when
she wanted to put them out of her head. Immediately, memories of their moans of
arousal filled her. Her nipples tingled as they tightened.
Heading to the bathroom, she debated using the shower
massage wand to take the edge off her building need. How insane! She was
stronger than this. Never had she felt uncontrollable urges in the middle of
the morning.
A tepid shower cooled her down and after pulling on a pair
of yoga pants and pale-pink t-shirt, she sat back down at her laptop and typed
up a decent presentation. She was reading through it when her phone buzzed with
a text message from Brad.
Can I bring lunch by?
How sweet, but how illogical. He couldn’t get to her place
and back with a stop for food, all within his lunch hour. No, thanks. I’m
good.
I know you’re good, but you need to eat.
Did he think she lay half-dead in bed and couldn’t make it
to the fridge? Really, I have food. Soup, salad, sandwich fixings…
Okay, how ‘bout I stop by and pick up lunch from you?
Sounds delicious.
Lori smiled. You’d be late getting back. She stopped
herself from adding that she’d cook for him another time. She wasn’t
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