*”You get started. I’ll be there soon to finish you off.”*
He never thought that would work, but it was worth a shot.
They’d been texting on and off all morning. Getting little more dirty, a little more brazen, he thought he would go for broke and she what she was willing to do.
They’d met discretely at lunch before, but there was something in her tone that day that sent chills up and down his arms and his spine and in his hair. She was on the attack, or so it seems, and she was ready for a fuck. A solid, hard, hot, fuck.
Each of their availability had dwindled in the previous weeks, with the only times they could meet were during the short lunchtime sessions or early in the mornings before work. In any case, they still tried to make it a priority to see each other. Things between them were hotter than ever, so it was just a matter of time before they figured out a way to see each other.
The anticipation.