Page 54 of City of Wind and Lies

"Sure thing. Uhm, Mr. Sorrentino…" She hesitates, twisting her chair around and tapping her long red nails against the glass top of her desk.

I pause in the doorway, tilting my head in her direction and cocking an eyebrow in question.

"Is Wren okay? I know she's at some training course, but I tried texting her and it came back undeliverable."

Cazzo. Add this to the list of things I need to talk to Wren about; how she wants to deal with us at work. The superficial cut on my thumb catches the ridge of the key as I deposit it back into my pocket.

"Wren's fine, Cami. She dropped her phone getting into a cab, shattered out the screen. I just had her pick up a new one on the company plan with a new number since she's a department head now."

"Oh, okay," she replies, her features softening, mouth parting slightly like she wants to ask more. But she doesn't. Her lips curve into a slight smile and she starts shuffling some papers around idly.

"If she checks in today, I'll tell her you asked. The classes have kept her pretty busy, but she'll be back in the office Monday."

She nods, returning to her computer as I continue into my office to prepare for my first meeting.

The morning’s meeting ran long, so I took my next clients out for lunch on me. There’s this great little bistro close to the office, good food and just quiet enough to host a meeting. These guys have been with me for years and I know they won’t miss the slide deck presentation if they get free alcohol while we talk performance. The waiter's just left with our order when I feel my phone vibrate against my thigh. I turned on Do Not Disturb, but have Rocco and Wren set for an emergency bypass. My pulse quickens, my mind automatically assuming the worst as I shift in my seat and pull it out of my pocket. Keeping it below the table, I swipe my thumb across the screen, and my eyes widen when I see a picture of Wren in her underwear kneeling on the bed, the words 'miss you' underneath it..

Swallowing roughly, all that fresh blood my heart's pumping rushes straight to my dick. This girl never ceases to surprise me.

I lift my eyes to find my clients are engrossed in a conversation amongst themselves, so I fire a text back, telling her to behave and that I'll make it up to her later. I click off the screen, but before I can get my phone back in my pocket, it vibrates again.

Cazzo.

Wren's braless in this photo, her perfectly round tits filling the screen, and my dick throbs at the sight.

Wren

What if I don't want to behave?

Then I'll have to punish you.

In that case…

The next picture comes in a second later. Her hand's tucked into the front of her black lace panties.

At this point, my dick is painfully hard as I adjust myself below the tablecloth and excuse myself.

My heels clip against the hardwood floor in the hall leading to the restaurant bathroom, fingers curled so tightly around my phone I'm surprised I haven’t crushed it in my grip. I check the stalls and make sure there’s no one else in here before flicking the lock on the door. Clicking on Wren's contact, I put the phone to my ear as the call connects.

"Hello?" she breathes.

"Why aren't you working on your coursework?" I ask, stepping into a stall.

"I finished early and wanted to play. I’ve been cooped up here for too long," she answers, breath hitching in the middle.

"Tell me how you're playing, Passerotta," I demand.

"I'm rubbing my clit, but I'm not as good at it as you are," she replies, her voice sultry.

"Oh yeah?" I mutter, holding my phone up with my shoulder as I unclasp my belt, draw down my zipper, and fist my cock. "I want you to put me on speaker."

My fingers curl over the velvety top of my head, gathering the precum that's leaked out the tip and spreading it down my shaft as I hear the shuffling of her phone.

"Now what?"

"Cup one of those big tits in your hand for me and tell me how it feels."

"It's heavy. Soft but heavy," she answers.

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