Page 69 of Boarded Hearts

So bossy.

Be a good girl, and I’ll boss you around again tonight.

I cross my legs, squeezing them together under the table as I remember the way Jon got me off over the phone last night.

What if I don’t want to be a good girl anymore?

The dots indicating he’s typing a message appear and then disappear but then appear again, and a delicious shudder racks through me as I read his response.

Then I’ll finally be able to have my way with you.

I can feel the heat pooling in my core. I’m surrounded by colleagues, making the whole experience of sexting feel even more intense.

I’m sorry, you’ll have to clarify.

I don’t think you can handle it, Angel.

Handle what?

What I want to do to you.

I’m fisting my cock right now thinking about it.

Oh, Jesus.

I’m sitting at my desk…surrounded by people.

I’d love to eat you out under your desk.

On my knees between your gorgeous thighs.

You’re a bad boy, Jon Morgan.

Yes, yes, I am.

Are you wet for me?

Yes, my knickers are soaking.

Uncontrollably.

Best you take them off then.

Now?

Are you wearing a skirt?

Yes.

Take them off, I want to think of you bare. I feel it’ll give me added motivation in practice.

I slowly check around the room to see that no one is watching and then gently tug my thong down from under my pencil skirt, shoving it in my bag. I’ve never done anything like this before, but the thrill of following his commands sends my need into overdrive. The way I trust him makes me feel sexy in all the right ways.

*Sends picture of red thong in my bag.*

Good girl, nice and ready for me. When I get home, I’m going to devour that tight wet pussy.

I could double over and melt into a puddle, I’m so horny for him.

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