I unmuted my microphone.
“My admin will call you in a few minutes,” I cut in, my voice hoarse, “to arrange tomorrow’s meeting. I hope we can come to an amicable agreement. Until then.”
I shut down my browser and yanked off my headset. “Come here, angel.”
My chair was shoved back and I’d hauled her out before she had the chance to come out on her own.
“You’re a machine!” she gasped, her voice as rough as mine, her lips red and swollen. “I can’t believe you didn’t even twitch! How can you— Oh!”
The tiny scrap of lace she wore as underwear dropped to the floor in pieces.
“I liked those panties,” she said breathlessly.
Lifting her, I set her bare ass on the cool glass, aligning her perfectly to take my cock. “You’ll like this more.”
—
“ANGEL.”
Like a sleepy kitten, Eva blinked at me as I stepped out of my office washroom. “Hmm?”
I grinned at finding her still slumped in my desk chair. “I assume you’re okay.”
“Never better.” She reached up and ran a hand over her hair. “Missing the brain you just f**ked out of me, but otherwise, I’m feeling excellent, thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome.” I headed toward her with a warm damp washcloth.
“Are you trying to set a new record for most orgasms in a single day?”
“An intriguing proposition. I’m willing to give it a shot.”
She held out her hand as if to ward me off. “No more, maniac. You screw me again and I’ll be a drooling, babbling idiot.”
“Let me know if you change your mind.” I kneeled in front of her and urged her legs open. Waxed smooth and pretty pink, her cunt was lovely. Perfect.
She watched me as I cleaned her, her fingers reaching out to comb through my hair. “Don’t work too hard this weekend, okay?”
“As if there’s something else worth doing without you around,” I murmured.
“Sleep in. Read a book. Plan a party.”
My mouth quirked. “I haven’t forgotten. I’m asking the guys tonight.”
“Oh?” The laziness left her eyes. I pulled back before her legs closed. “What guys?”
“The ones you want to meet.”
“You’re calling them?
I stood. “We’re getting together.”
“To do what?”
“Drink. Hang out.” Returning to the bathroom, I tossed the washcloth in the hamper and washed my hands.
Eva followed me. “At a club?”
“Maybe. Probably not.”