Page 35 of Destined To Fall

J: LOL.

J: But seriously. It sucks up there. It’s all small and cramped.

V: Exactly.

J: You couldn’t possibly enjoy sex in a cubicle?

I love where his mind goes. It’s like he knows mealready.

V: Hold the phone! HA. <—see what I did there?

V: You’ve never had sex in a cubicle?

J: Nope.

V: You have to rectify this. Immediately.

V: You haven’t lived until you’ve had awkward, sweaty, cramped sex in a small, enclosed space.

I really didn’t need those visuals in my head, but damn, am I enjoying them immensely.

V: With a stranger, no less.

J: I’ll take your word for it.

V: Or you could meet me at the airport? :P

J: You’re not exactly a stranger now, are you?

V: Jer, I’m very strange.

J: Not to me. :P

V: That needs fixing, too. Wear a blindfold—problem solved. Plus, it’ll be extra kinky. ;)

J: Shouldn’t you be working or something?

V: Aw, are you getting flustered, Jer?

J: Very.

V: You’re picturing it, aren’t you?

J: In Technicolor.

V: With all its glory details?

J: Oh, yeah. My pulse is racing. My palms are sweating. And don’t you mean gory?

V: Nope. Glorious.

J: Hmm. There is nothing glorious about this. I’m in a meeting. It’s very hard to hide.

V: I’m sure it’s very glorious and hard.

J: It’s so hard, I’m shaking.

Jesus. I’m supposed to be torturing him, not me.

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