Nessa licked her lips as she heard Ian’s voice…deep and husky say “Hey Nessa.”
“You…ah…you usually don’t call during work,” she stammered, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles. How did this happen? She was just…pleasuring herself to thoughts of him…and he called?!?!
This was definitely a Speak of the Devil moment.
Ian laughed, and the sound sent thrills up Nessa’s spine, “No, I don’t. But I have a little problem.”
Nessa swallowed hard, “I’m sorry….but…ah…I’m probably not much help with a body shop problem.”
Ian smirked, continuing to slowly stroke himself to her voice. He loved when she sounded flustered, “No, you probably aren’t. But this problem is your fault,” he squeezed near the tip of his cock and groaned, “Yeah…definitely your fault.”
Nessa froze at his groan, feeling her stomach tighten in anticipation, “Ian…are you…doing…you know…at WORK?!” her voice came out as an undignified squeak.
Ian chuckled, “It’s called masturbation Nessa. Or jacking off. And yes, I’m doing it at work. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”