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Forgetting something? I'm forgetting everything. Does the world even exist outside of this phone call? Oh, I was supposed to ask him something. "What- What are you doing?"
"My hand's wrapped around my cock tight enough to hurt. Weeping pre-cum just begging for your hand to be here instead of mine. I can't wait to have you here on my desk. I want to have you here for an entire workday, your pussy bare and open for me to play with whenever the urge strikes. You better still be finger-fucking that pussy. Play with your clit, and make yourself come, Daisy. I want you to cum the same time my seed shoots out for you. Are you coming for me, baby girl?"
My head fell back, and my fingers pumped impossibly faster as the orgasm ripped through me. Every time I'd brought myself pleasure, the climaxes had been small and quiet, but this was explosive. I screamed my release, leaving Alek no doubt that I'd reached completion.
At some point, the phone had fallen away from my ear. Out of pure embarrassment, I debated never picking it up again. What difference would it make? He already knew exactly what happened.
I pulled up my shorts as though that would preserve my dignity before I picked up the phone. "That's never going to happen again." I tried to sound as serious as possible as though my fingers weren't still wet from my own moisture.
"Next time we'll make sure it's in person," he said with the cockiness of someone who was used to getting what he wanted. Not that I'd given him any reason to believe I would stick to my guns about my refusal.
"I am in school and working. I don't have time for a relationship. I'm not just being difficult for no reason. You're handsome and powerful and can have any woman you want. Can’t you find someone else?"
As though I didn't say anything, he continued. "I'm taking you to dinner tonight. I'll pick you up at seven."
"I don't have anything to wear. I'm just going to end up embarrassing you."
"You can show up in overalls and muddy boots and you wouldn't embarrass me. If you're worried about that, I'll have something sent over to you."
He had an answer for everything. Of course he did. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
"I've got cum all over my Armani pants. I have a few ideas what you can do with me."
And that's when I finally hung up the phone. Admittedly, too late.
