"You can count on it."
I all but run to his office, slamming the door closed behind me, ignoring Marcus' looks. Not that I need to. Without either of us actually confirming anything, I'm sure Marcus has no doubt about what's going on with Kingsley and me.
Mr. Baxter wants to play?
Oh, I can play.
He once said that he would win every single game we played?
Let's see about that.
I run over to his desk, slide into his chair and prop the phone up on his desk. I spread my legs, edging my skirt as far up as it will go just so that he can see there aren't any panties straps, but not showing everything else.
Luna: Is this proof enough for you, Mr. Baxter?
Kingsley: Impressive. But inconclusive. You know that I do extensive research before I make any decision, Miss Pham.
Sliding my ass a little further down his chair, I bunch my skirt up, almost all the way up, and hang one leg over one of the chair arms. I drape one hand down my stomach, so that my fingersbrush over the bare skin between my legs. Take the picture and send.
Luna: Better, sir?
Kingsley: Much. Although there seems to be some sort of obstruction that makes my viewing of the subject matter less than optimal. It does seem to be having the desired effect though.
How does he make even that sound sexy?
Time to pull out all the stops.
I press "facetime" and he answers on the first ring.
In the background I can hear the meeting going on, but there's no question where his focus is.
I stand up, twirling once, slowly, the skirt of my dress bunched up over my ass, and then I slide back down on the desk chair, and drape my legs over both arms of the chair, spreading myself wide, completely bare and exposed to him.
Then, sucking on a finger, I reach down and slowly trace the gap between the lips of my sex, before slowly sliding it inside. Reaching down with my other hand to hold myself open, I start fucking my pussy, as I keep my eyes on him on the video.
A message pops up, and I lean forward to read it.
Kingsley: I'm so fucking hard. Another finger. Slow. Deep. Show me how you play. Get that sweet pussy ready for me. I want it dripping when I fuck it with my tongue.
I lean back into the chair, inching my ass all the way to the edge of the chair so I'm spread even wider.
I make a show of holding up two fingers, fucking my mouth with them for a moment before moving down and ramming them inside me.
My mouth drops open in a silent moan, my back arching, hips pushing down on my own fingers as I fuck them in and out of my pussy, slowly, deeply. Just the way I know he likes to do it.
I've never felt wanted the way he makes me feel wanted.
His eyes never leave the screen, not once. Just sliding up and down on the camera, sometimes on my eyes, sometimes down to where my fingers glisten as they pump in and out of me.
After a minute or two of slow, languid thrusts, I pull my fingers out, and cram them into my mouth, licking the wetness off my own fingers, staring into the camera, imagining the way he looks when he tastes me.
Then, returning my fingers down between my legs, I slide them down over my throbbing, aching clit.
Fuck.
A shiver travels over every inch of my body, and if I don't stop doing that, I'm going to come soon.
As if he's reading my mind a single message pops up.
