I’m in a shirt and panties on your couch snuggled under a green and brown quilt. I’m facing you, our legs tangled together. You wink at me from behind the screen of your laptop as you catch up on work I’ve been distracting you from.
I send a few emails of my own while playing footsie like a horny teenager. I put my phone on the table and scoot closer to you. I start running my toes up and down your leg stopping right before I get to my final destination. Your hand moves under the blanket and strokes my leg. You put your laptop down and raise an eyebrow at me.
“What?” I ask, dripping with innocence. My toes continuing to slowly move up the inside of your leg. You open your mouth to respond as your phone rings. The boss is calling. You answer as I extract my foot, a wicked grin spreading across my face. You watch as I crawl out from under the quilt and start to move up your body. You keep your voice steady and professional as I settle in your lap, legs straddling you on each side. I lean in close and inhale your scent, soap and musk… and me.