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Flex: Naked in my playroom. Or in your office. Maybe in mine. I’ll take you on the voyeur floor if you want. I’m just that generous a guy.

Me: And here I thought you were madly in love with me. Tell a girl you’re all about her pussy without telling her you’re all about her pussy.

Flex: Touché, pet. Seriously though, want to go grab a quick bite? I know a cute little place a few blocks from your building. We can hang out without having sex.

Flex: Although I could be persuaded to take you in the restaurant bathroom or sneak under the table and feast on you while you eat your lunch.

Oh my God, he has a wicked mouth, and I love it, squirming in my seat.

Me: You can’t say things like that when I’m at work. There’s no thigh squeeze in the world that is going to help after that.

Flex: I want you thinking about me. Anticipating me pushing you up against your building and kissing you like I want to fucking devour you. Because that’s exactly what I want to do.

Me: Flex.

Flex: You can call me Master at lunch. I’ll be in the lobby at twelve. Don’t be late, or I’ll spank you right there in front of anyone who wants to see you writhe for me.

Holy shit. I keep telling myself that this is just a fling—and it is to him—but he gets to me like no other man before him. Icravehim, and I’m almost certain he knows it.

Me: I’ll be on time.

Me: Master Navarro.

Flex: Good girl.

I doubt there’s a woman he’s ever set his sights on who could resist him.

Me: I’m putting my phone in my desk drawer. You’re too distracting. How am I supposed to focus on work now?

Flex: You’re not. I want you ready to come on command if I see fit. If I told you to go to the bathroom and get yourself off for me right now, would you?

Me: Yes.

Flex: Get to work. I’ll take care of you at lunch. I promise. Now, be my good little pet and wait for me.

Me: Yes, Master.

I slip my phone into my drawer before I explode. I thrive on the anticipation of great sex, like any good submissive, but my entire body is vibrating with the need to have his lipsonme and his cockinme.

Taking a few minutes to compose myself, I get to working on a new proposal I think Dalton is really going to get excited about. The fact that he mentioned a promotion just makes it even more imperative that I focus and bring my A-game.

Once I’m on a roll, time gets away from me, and I am startled when my phone rings.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

It’s 12:05 p.m., and Flex’s gorgeous face comes up on my phone. I answer it while grabbing my bag and scurrying to the elevator.

“I’m so sorry. I lost track of time.”

“I told you your consequence.”

“Please,” I lower my voice, “I’ll make it up to you. Don’t embarrass me, please.”

“Iembarrassyou? You’re not doing yourself any favors right now.”

“Not what I meant. This is my job. It’s how I put food on my table.” I’m about to mention Gracie when I catch myself. Flex doesn’t know I have a child yet. He’ll see me differently, and what we have will be over. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Continue. Now, I’m intrigued.”

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