Page 50 of I Won't Be In On Monday

“Not what you are thinking,” she says quickly.

“What am I thinking?”

“I mean if you are thinking about the belt or the hand or the tie or the rope, it’s a no.”

“Actually, I was not thinking about any of those things. But thank you for bringing them to mind. If you don’t want the hand, the belt, the tie, or the rope, what do you want?”

“Mr. Parker, we are not having this conversation again. It's highly inappropriate, especially for the evening.”

“Is it appropriate for the day, then?”

“No, but I’m your assistant. And?—”

“And what? I can't ask you your preference?”

“Why do you want to know my preference?"

"I don’t know if you want to know,” I say softly. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“What does that mean?” She is whispering now.

"I mean we don't always have to be so professional, Juniper. We can spice it up a little bit."

"Spice what up?"

"Our interactions." I shift on the couch and reach into my pants. My cock is hard. I close my eyes, and Juniper's face pops into my mind. "Maybe we can ensure that we both don't fall into the all-work-and-no-play category."

"What are you saying?"

"What are you wearing?" I ask her, as my hand goes up and down.

"Nothing." She giggles. "I mean, not in the sexy way."

"There's a non-sexy naked way?" I grunt into the phone as my hand moves faster. "Are you in bed?"

"Yes!" She giggles. "I was hot, so I decided to sleep naked."

"Do you like sleeping naked?"

"What sort of question is that?" There's silence on the line, and then she lets out a low moan that turns me on even more.

"What are you doing, Juniper?"

"Nothing."

"Where are your hands?"

"In my bed."

"Under your sheets?"

"Yes."

"On your pussy?" I whisper, and there's a shocked silence. "Pretend your fingers are mine."

"Remington." She groans. "I... I'm not sure what you're saying."

"Fuck, I wish I was there with you right now." I grunt. “I'd show you exactly what I was saying."

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