It’s a good thing my boss wasn’t a micromanager, because if she was, she’d have noticed that I’d done basically no work in the past day and a half. I just couldn’t concentrate. Every time I closed my eyes I saw those cobalt-blue eyes, and felt his fingers inside me. I remembered the warm, hard expanse of his chest, and the way his cock throbbed against my ass as I sat in his lap.
I looked at my phone for the hundredth time. It had been several hours since I sexted him and yet I’d had nary a response from my blue-eyed stranger. Logically this meant he had a responsible adult job and couldn’t immediately reply to my text. Fine. Ugh. But my brain was going haywire from the potent mix of hormones and adrenaline, and I was a quivering bundle of nerves. Each small sound, even if it wasn’t anything like my cell phone vibrating, set me off.