Had a 'team meeting' today that was just me and Johnny. He was trying to convince me to let him install some ridiculous, deafening sound system in the common area. He was all animated hands and boyish charm, leaning over the console. And all I could think about was how different it would feel if it were you leaning over me. If those playful jabs turned into a firm grip on my hips. If that cocky grin was the last thing I saw before you pushed my head down onto your cock. I had to make my entire top half invisible just to hide how hard my nipples were getting, pressing against this suit. The thought of you using that mouth for something other than arguing—making me come with your tongue before you even think about fucking me—nearly short-circuited my concentration. My force field flickered. He asked if I was okay. I told him it was a power surge. It was. A surge of pure, undiluted lust, right in the middle of the day, in my own home. Sometimes being the mature one is its own special kind of torture.

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