Page 48 of Hate Notes

That was it. Just two lines of completely innocent text, so professionally crafted they'd sail past any IT filter. The man could make "Regards" sound like foreplay. But my whole body was already humming with anticipation, remembering his instructions. I closed my laptop and set it aside with trembling hands.

Catman took one look at me and promptly left the room, as if he knew what was coming—orwhowas coming, in this case.

I leaned back against the couch cushions, letting my mind drift to this morning in Orion's office—the intensity in his eyes as he told me how he wanted to watch me, touch me, taste me... My hands followed the same path his knuckle had traced, down my neck, between my breasts, lower…

I imagined him in his perfectly ordered apartment, loosening his tie, thinking of me. I pictured him popping the button to his slacks and reaching inside tight boxers to grip himself. He would already be hard—he would’ve been hard just thinking about sending me that email.

My own hand slid inside my underwear and I began to circle myself, arching against the couch and squeezing my eyes shut.

I pictured Orion standing in some expensive penthouse apartment, maybe with one hand on a huge window as he gripped himself in a powerful hand and pumped his cock again and again, his thoughts fully fixed onme.

God.

I squirmed against my own touch, shocked to find I was only moments from an explosive climax already.

My finger moved faster as pleasant, tingling warmth radiated through my body.

“Oh, Orion,” I gasped. “Oh, God, Orion,” I breathed harder, body pulling in tight as I came hard and fast.

I licked my lips and stared at the laptop, body still trembling and brow flushed with a light sheen of sweat. The timestamp on the email said it had only been two minutes since he commanded me to finger fuck myself.

I bit my lip. It was a little embarrassing that I had finished so quickly, but… I wondered if confirmation that I had climaxed would push him over the edge instantly. I imagined the chime of my email making Orion reach orgasm and couldn’t help myself.

I sent him an email.

Mr. Foster,

I gave your email my full attention. It took me barely over two minutes to finish thinking about it. I imagined you were thinking very hard about the email, too. Was I right?

-E

I bit my lip as I hit send and felt a fresh wave of warm arousal. This was so damn kinky and more than a little weird, but it was fun and oddly hot all the same.

His response came almost immediately:

Ember,

I admire how quickly you work. I can only assume our joint focus on this topic was the cause of you completing your task so quickly. I concluded my own review of our exchange shortly after receiving your message. I have enjoyed working together on this with you, and trust we will come together on future projects.

Regards,

O. Foster

I read the email with a growing smile on my face. The idea of some poor person in HR ever having to read these emails to look for evidence of our inappropriate relationship was too funny. I was fairly sure none of it was explicitly clear or obvious, but the exchange wasso weirdit was hilarious.

He hoped we wouldcometogether on future projects. I wondered if that meant I could expect more demanding emails from my boss commanding me to finger myself at his will.

It was so,sodirty and definitely wrong from a professional level. But I had also never done anything like this before with a man. Hell, I had never even sent a guy nudes of myself or spicy pictures because I felt too awkward about it.

I bit my lip as I stared at my laptop screen, heart still racing. This was intense and probably ill-advised, but there was something thrilling about it. Even if the arrangement was unconventional,Orion made me feel seen and desirable in a way I'd never experienced before.

I thought back to how bold I'd been in his office earlier. Hell, I hadspread my fucking legsand let him get the upskirt of all upskirts. I had even hoped I was wet enough for him to see it through the fabric of my underwear. Sure, I was a bit of a brat and knew how to stand up for myself, but sexually? This wasn’t like me at all.

I was relatively reserved in that sense. Maybe it was a confidence issue or body image issues I still harbored thanks to my mom. But whatever normally held me back was nowhere to be found when Orion was concerned. He gave me some kind of confidence I didn’t know I had.

With a sigh, I tried to shift mental gears and focus back on work. The proposal needed finishing and I would need to meet with Davenport soon. When I did, I wanted to be thoroughly prepared to impress both him and Orion.

But my mind kept drifting to thoughts of my impossibly attractive boss, wondering if he was thinking about me too. The idea filled me with a pleasant warmth that lingered for the rest of the evening.

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