Page 174 of Glitched Play

"A woodworking project."

"Woodworking?" There’s a hint of amusement in my voice.

"A surprise for Parker."

"So, you helped?"

"I measured."

She grins. "Did you hammer anything?"

"I was asked not to."

She bursts out laughing. "Why am I not surprised?"

I shrug. "My talents are... specialized."

She walks over, slides effortlessly into my lap, straddling the chair. "I disagree."

He lifts his chin. "Oh?"

"You have the best hands.” She takes one in hers. "They build companies."

I kiss his fingertips.

"They solve problems."

Another kiss.

"They carried my hiking backpack when I pretended it wasn't heavy."

His chest rises. "And?”

I interlace our fingers. "I love holding your hands. They’re strong. And deft. I can’t forget that.”

“You can’t?”

“No.”

His office is quiet. Silent actually except for the hum of the air conditioner kicking off. I move to stand in front of him, hooking my thumbs into the waist band of my pants and panties, slowly sliding them down my legs, the fabric whispering against my skin before stepping out of them one at a time.

Witt wears a wicked grin and I reward him with peeling my shirt over my head. My breasts are my best asset. Smaller than the rest of me, but Witt seems to love my body, and it gives me the courage to do this.

His breath hitches as I loosen my hair from the messy bun, letting it tumble down my arms and back. “Fuck, Maci… look at you.”

I don’t need to talk, instead I climb on to him, swinging one leg over his lap so I can straddle him fully. My wet heat presses directly against the thick bulge in his pants.

Bracing myself, I place my hands on his shoulders and start moving over him. It turns into a full grind—slow and deliberate rolls of my hips.

“Maci.”

“Witt,” I say as I drag my slick folds along his covered erection. “Mm, I can feel how hard you are already.”

I rock forwards as his hands cup my ass moving me where we both want me. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. Sitting at my desk squeezing my legs together, just imagining riding you.”

The cool metal of the button hits my clit and I ride faster. “Yes. Yes.”

He groans, kneading my supple flesh as I move.