I only have an hour left of work. Almost done. Almost home. Almost able to deal with this aching need growing in my crotch. I have been so distracted all day by my damn horniness. The IT guy keeps walking past my desk and I can't stop thinking about him. I don't know if it's because I love a short king or if it's the way he carries himself with so much confidence, but his handsome face is caught in my head and I can't let it go. He runs every morning so I know the man has stamina and I want to feel his limber fingers on my skin, grab his thick black hair and push his face into my cli...
Dang it. While in my daydreaming I must've hit something wrong because my computer goes gray and when it comes back up I have no desktop icons or taskbar. Maybe if this doesn't get fixed I can get home sooner and deal with my own problem. I hope to myself.
I call the IT guy, excited to have a reason for him to come to my desk. "Emily," he says as he approaches, "you don't need to break your computer to get me to come see you." His smirk does something to the heat expanding through my core. If I didn't know any better I could've sworn he just checked out my cleavage. I did put it on display today, hoping to catch his eye. But it is probably the light and my hormones playing tricks on me.