All For Lust

“Sitting like that, you’re begging to be finger-fucked.”

Phoebe Wagner smiled up into Collin Ramsey’s heavy lidded azure blue eyes. “If I’d known sorting through these magazines would get me noticed from you, I would have done it sooner. But you know that kind of talk has gotten you into trouble with how many settlements? Uh, I mean, former girlfriends?”

He slipped onto the sofa in the outer office of Douglas McCormick, Attorney-at-Law, and placed his hand on the corner of her short skirt. “I always notice you.” He rubbed the skirt between his thumb and forefinger and she shivered. Think of what else he could be rubbing.

“As for former girlfriends, just bad selection. I was in a hurry for a…relationship.”

“Right, relationship.” She opened her legs just a little more, inviting him to explore.

His hand dipped under her skirt. “I just love it when women have the courtesy not to wear underwear.”

She chuckled as her legs trembled in anticipation. His finger found her clit and she rewarded it with pooling moisture. “I knew you were coming.” She pushed closer to his finger.

“So are you.” Collin rubbed faster and her breath grew shallow.

Her face burned and her legs were getting spastic.

“If my finger can get you this hot, I’d like to see just what my cock can do.”

“So would I, but I don’t think this is the place.” She arched to let him sink in deeper, heat cascading over her as shock waves traveled up from her vagina.

“Why not?” He stood and smiled as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers. His bright red cock sprang up to a full erection.

“Ms. Wagner, is that brief ready yet?”

Phoebe blinked, her elbow almost falling off the side of her desk as her boss peeked out of his inner office. I would have been if you’d just let me alone. Phoebe exhaled in frustration. “It’ll be ready in five minutes, Mr. McCormick, just proofing.”

“Just bring it in when you’re through.” He closed the door.

These erotic fantasies were getting wilder and more often. She knew why. She hadn’t had sex in like, forever. At least it felt like it. She had to have gone at least six months. She stared at her calendar and counted from last December second when she broke up Jack the jock. Okay it had been five-and-a-half. Bad enough. At this rate, she was going to have to bring her vibrator to work and get her own rocks off in the bathroom during break.

Pent up sexual tension curled between her legs. Her pussy was begging for a long, thick cock. She was, after all, a healthy thirty-two year old woman. It wasn’t natural to be celibate.

She read over McCormick’s brief one more time and got up to deliver it. Once that was done, she was calling Jocelyn and Brice. She knew when she’d hit red alert and they had to have an emergency lunch meeting.

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