Page 11 of Beg Me

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Page 11 of Beg Me

I grab my phone and text her during one of my many meetings. I can’t help myself. It’s not like I need to pay attention at these things anyway.

“Hey there, sweetie-pie.”

I wait for that buzzing feeling, and it comes almost five minutes later. Not too quick. Not too slow either. Just the way I like it.

Her text back:

“Hey there, creep. What are you up to?”

Creep. Her favorite word.

Was it creepy when she told me to pull my cock out in plain sight?

Okay, I guess I started that. Still, she loved every second. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have responded.

It was fucking hot.

I grin and respond:

“Just thinking about your face. I really want to know what it looks like before you get fucked.”

I catch a glimpse of the ellipses. She’s typing back.

“It’s expressionless. Unfortunately, I’m one of those gals who

just lays there the entire time.”

I rack my thumbs against the screen.

“Somehow I doubt that. I have a feeling you’re one of those loud women. You know, the kind that roar and scream the whole time.”

I wait for her response like a hungry lap dog.

“You got me pinned, don’t you?”

I laugh, and one of my workers glares. I point to my phone and mouth the words, “bank statement.”

He turns back to the presentation.

I’m just a figurehead here at this point. I’m the guy that runs things when shit hits the fan. My team takes care of the rest.

Reaching into my suit pocket, I feel that soft cotton between my fingers. Madison’s panties. I pull my hand from my pocket. Her perfume clings to my fingers.

My cheeks turn warm, and I’m forced to adjust my seat as my cock rises beneath the table.

I respond.

“I have your panties with me.”

She’s typing again.

“At work? Are you crazy?”

I glance up to see if anyone is looking. This woman is driving me crazy.

“I think we need to meet again.”

The meeting is nearly finished. Thank the lord.


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