"Do you?" he barked .
"Yes!"
He fisted his cock faster, harder .
"Keep fucking that hand, Michelle. Keep it up. And imagine it's me there. I want you to think about me being there, pulling you up off that chair and bending you over your desk. I'm going to do it too. I'll bend you over that desk, pull that robe up and sink my dick into you from behind – maybe even into your ass. Have you had that done, sugar ?"
"No." Naked licks of fear and lust tripped up through as I continued to watch him jerk off, and then, I couldn't watch anymore. I came so hard, my lungs shutting down until I couldn't breathe, and I stared, unable to see anything else except the sight of his hand pumping and stroking – and then he came .
Right there .
He didn't even attempt to hide it or turn away .
He let me see it, and I felt an answering clench in my womb .
"Michelle..." he rasped, sinking back down into the chair .
I met his eyes, feeling raw and exposed .
He looked at me, and for a second, I thought I saw something in his eyes. But then he quirked a smile at me .
"That's not a bad way to spend a phone call ."
The screen went blank a second later .