“Don’t stop,” Isay.
Johnny lowers his head into my cleavage to catch his breath. I let go of hisbelt.
Fuck!
“I’ll need a minute,” hegrowls.
“Yes, sir. Should I have himhold?”
“Yes!” Johnny yells. “Wait for me in myoffice!”
I hear Sanjay run down thehall.
“Johnny, don’tstop.”
He gets up very slowly, his hand on his crotch, his eyes averted from my naked torso. “Sorry. I have to take that call.” His voice isstrained.
I reluctantly put my shirt backon.
“Fucking Sanjay,” he groans, reaching into his jeans to shift the position of his dick. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I say, although it really isn’t. My body is screaming for completion and release. “Will I see you latertonight?”
He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head as he takes a long slow inhale and exhale, hands on hips, pacing around. “No. Fuck. I have conference calls all night and meetings all day tomorrow. I won’t be able to see you until we pick you up for theairport.”
“Oh…Well, that’s ashame.”
“I told you I was busy. I’ll make it up to you. Eventually.” He has almost regained his composure. He looks around for hisglasses.
I reach for them and hold them up tohim.
He puts his glasses on and holds onto my outstretched hand with both of his, kissing my palm. I reach up to touch his cheek, but he pulls back, straightens himselfup.
“I have to take that call. Take my car home, and if you need him to take you shopping or anything, just let me know.Okay?”
I nod, stand up. “Thankyou.”
His eyelashes flicker, and suddenly he lunges towards me and pulls me to him, one hand on the small of my back, one behind my head, kissing me. He can’t resist me, and I am instantly turned onagain.
“Just fuck me now,” I say into hismouth.
“Mmmm, nope.” He pulls away. “Can’t. See yourself out.” He strides out of the room without lookingback.
I have never felt such frustration in mylife.
Iwillsee myselfout.
I slam the door shut, lock it, and make myself come. I am so slippery wet, I plant myself face-down into a pillow because I come fast and loud andfurious.
“Well that was interesting,”I say to myself, as I wash my hands in the adjoining bathroom, and wondering where exactly the boyfriend act begins and ends and how the fuck Johnny B. Nerdballs managed to find a whole new way to drive menuts.