Ian sat at his desk at work, tapping his pen against a notebook, dulling the sound.
What had happened last night? He had…choked Nessa. Well…not fully choked…restricted her breathing would technically be more accurate. He had felt powerful in that moment….a dark edge surging through him.
He had liked the look in her eyes….the desire….the anticipation…the brief flash of defiance before his hand had dropped away in nervous surprise and they had said good night and he had walked away from her.
He had gone home and laid in bed for hours, replaying the feel of her throat under his hand…wishing they had been alone. He had eventually crashed and drifted into sleep, dreaming about more…about driving himself into her while his hand pressed down.
“Ian? Ian come back to earth man,” a voice piped through his head and he looked at Josh, one of the body shop techs. Josh was standing in the doorway holding out paperwork for one of the cars under Ian’s account, “We’re going out to lunch. Wanna come? We’re hitting up Chipotle.”
Ian shook his head, reaching over to take the paperwork, “Nah. I’m good. I brought lunch,” he forced a grin, “I’ll see you guys when you get back.”
Ian put the papers on his desk, then waited a few minutes. He heard the shop go silent and looked out his office, not seeing anyone. He stood and walked across the hall to the men’s bathroom.
It was a single bathroom, meant for employee use. He turned and locked the door, then looked at himself in the mirror. His short brown hair looked disheveled…probably due to the constant running of his fingers through it. His eyes looked….tired….probably from the constant dreams.
He looked down at the front of his pants, thankful that he had been sitting when Josh had poked his head in….and that he had been able to walk across to the bathroom without anyone seeing his problem.
His hard cock pushed against the front of his jeans, demanding his attention. Well…not his attention…it wanted to be buried all the way in Nessa’s hot, wet pussy…but he would have to settle for a quick release via his own hand.
But maybe…
He pulled out his phone with his left hand, and undid his pants with his right. His right hand cupped around his cock, and he bit his lip as he pulled it out, the skin sensitive.
He dialed a number and put his phone to his ear. Nessa was off today…and he was pretty sure she was done with her appointments…
He moved his hand up and down, squeezing near his tip before he pulled his hand back down.
He heard the click as the line connected and waited, trying to breathe normally.
“Hello?” Nessa’s voice was breathy. Ian closed his eyes.
“Hey Nessa,” he said, and leaned against the wall, “We need to talk.”
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