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“Speaking of, did you come yet?”
“No.” She cleared her throat, straightening her posture. I could see it in her face that she wasn’t lying. So I made a mental note to push her a little further in the afternoon.
“Okay,” I nodded. “Well, since you’ve been a good girl, I bought you lunch. I thought you might want this.”
I slid the chicken wrap in her direction and a bottle of the same coconut water brand she had in her fridge. I wanted her full for later because she was going to need it.
Reagan had struggled financially a couple of weeks back, but I could tell that she was starting to adjust. And like her work performance, she was improving at managing her own life. I could see that she was getting used to the independence. It was a good look for her having her life and finances in order.
“Coffee and lunch,” she said, mouth watering at the sight of the food. This woman could eat, I thought to myself, and yet she kept her figure like she was worked out six times a week. I know she didn’t work out because we could be talking a walk in the parking lot to my car and she’d complain about how far away I had parked. But at least she was getting enough cardio with me. “I could get used to this.”
It was the first time we had lunch in my office, and like that time in the McDonald’s parking lot, it made me happy to watch her eat and take delight in her food.
There were a couple of things I had learned about Reagan that made me feel attracted to her. Like the way she didn’t use her phone as often as the rest of us, especially when she was she needed to socialize. Perhaps it was the reason why she hated it when I was on mine. She valued talking to people, and she had this sense of responsibility to listen to whoever was talking. She was respectful that way.
She liked to talk, and I liked listening to her. Which might be why she preferred it if the people around her were present. Exactly why it had become routine to turn off my phone ringer when she was with me.
Lunch came and went, and I had informed Reagan that the violinist she’d be playing with at the gala was visiting tomorrow and had asked to rehearse. So I permitted her to take a few hours from work to do so, promising her that I’d personally tell Susana why she wouldn’t be helping with work for the time being.
I watched her leave my office, her ass swinging from side to side. A sexy minx, that woman. I was excited to see her return to my office tonight and claim her reward.
The rest of the afternoon, it had become my mission to push her over the edge. I had deliberately turned on the vibrator for longer periods of time, giving her barely enough time to recover before I toyed with the screen, making the device pulse inside her.
And I knew for a fact that she wasn’t going to win this game.
***
Reagan slammed the door shut behind her when the clock hit seven sharp. I jumped as I looked up from my phone. She wasn’t in her uniform anymore. She was in a yellow-green sundress and a white, knitted cardigan, her hair loose behind her.
With flustered cheeks and hungry eyes, she marched around my desk, and I smirked at her, eying her white sandals as I turned my chair in the direction where she was coming from.
I spread my legs as she sat before she grabbed my face and passionately kissed me. I could almost taste the need in her as her soft lips parted my mouth and her tongue found mine.
She sucked on it as she moaned.
“Never ever put me through that again,” she groaned in between kisses, her thumbs stroking my cheeks as her nose grazed against mine. I snaked a hand around her waist while the other caressed her legs beneath her short dress. How convenient for me. “Please, Matthew.”
I opened my eyes as she helped herself, making out with me. I reached for my phone without her noticing and used the thumbprint feature to unlock it. Opening the Vibease app, I turned it on to max to snap her to attention.
The device made a muffled sound from beneath her, and I felt the strong vibration of it against my legs as Reagan fell off my thighs and to the floor, yelping in surprise as her knees bent underneath her.
“Jesus Christ!” she sobbed, cupping her vagina against the material of her dress. And I watched her struggle for a minute before lowering the tremor and eventually switching it off. Her chest rose and she caught her breath, looking up at me with vengeful eyes.
She was getting frustrated.
“On your feet, darling,” I commanded, waiting for her to gather the lower body strength to stand. She shook a little as she did and when her back was finally straight, she crossed her legs, looking into my eyes, her jaw twitching.
“Please, Matthew,” she whispered, crossing her arms against her chest.
“Please, what?”
“I need you.” She wiped my saliva off her mouth and I noticed her hands were shaking. It was a sign that I shouldn’t drag this out too long and give her what she wanted.
“First things first,” I started. “Did you come, Reagan?”
She bit her lip and her index finger started to scratch the inside of her thumb, fidgeting. “No.”
I brought the vibrator back to life and she doubled over, her palms resting on her knees as she tightened her legs together. “Let’s try that again,” I said as I killed the device that was against in clit. “Did you come?”
