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. I can see I ll have to monitor your clothing choices for when you go out with yourfriends. She laughed as she pulled out the black bra she d wear. Don t worry.I have somegreat granny panties I can wear.Very Bridget Jones.I have some pink ones with ruffles onthe bottom.I bet you d like those. Only when we re playing. His mouth went dry as she put on her demi-bra thatbarely restrained her breasts.Her areolas peeked over the tops of the cups and the lace trimteased her erect nipples, urging him into action.His cock lurched.Lord, he was gonna dietoday. This bra always makes me so hot, she told him. The lace brushes me whenever Imove.It s like fingers trailing over me Put on your dress, he rasped.She was so naughty! She deserved every spanking hemight give her.He loved it, even if it was pure torture.She smirked as she finished dressing, fixed her hair then slipped her feet into theblack medium-heeled pumps he d selected. Starbucks? he muttered and headed for the door.He had to get to the car, or they dbe very late for work.Natalia followed Ethan from her apartment, enjoying the powerful sense of femininityhe instilled in her.It practically had him in a stranglehold he wanted her so badly.Gettingthrough the day would be a trial, but she hoped tonight would be worth every torturousmoment.He drove through the coffee shop for drinks and breakfast sandwiches on the way towork.At the office, he pulled into the parking space beside her car then got out of the Lexusand headed into the building without looking at her.Surprised, she stared after him.What thehell?It wasn t until she stood between their cars and had given his a good slam that sherealized he was giving an impression that they d arrived separately.Unless someone wasreally observant, at a glance, they wouldn t realize she d arrived in his car and not her own.Taking a moment, she gathered her wits about her then headed into the building, fighting thebreeze intent on getting her into a full Marilyn Monroe pose only Natalia was pretty sureMarilyn had been wearing panties.At her desk, she booted up her computer and opened her email.Ethan had alreadysent her a note.Plan on a lunch meeting with me.Conference room 10. She d had lunch meetings with him before.Would this one actually be business? Shepressed her thighs together and tried to alleviate the arousal overwhelming her.If she pulledup really close to her desk, she could touch herself without anyone seeing.A few flicks of herfingers or a momentary buzz from the tiny pocket rocket she kept in her purse and she d feelbetter.Yes& She d just run quickly into the restroom.Ethan would never know.She was soon edge, it wouldn t take more time than an ordinary bathroom break.Feverishly, she dug through her purse for the small pouch in the bottom of the centercompartment. What are you doing? she heard just as her fingers closed around her prize and shedropped her bag back to the floor.Startled, she looked up at Ethan. Nothing. What s in your hand? She considered saying nothing again, but she wasn t going to lie.Not to him.Reluctantly, she held out her hand, palm up, and sighed while she stared over his leftshoulder.A zap forked through her as his fingers brushed her skin.She chanced a look at hisface as he opened the pouch and dumped her inch-long micro vibe into his hand.His lipspressed into a thin line, and he flicked his gaze up to hers then back to the device. Hmm, he intoned and twisted the end to start the discreet buzzing that seemedunusually loud her in her office. You want to explain this? Mortification washed over her, and she prayed no one would chance into the area. Ithink you pretty much get the gist of it, she answered. I m not sure I do. He shook his head, switched off the toy, and slipped the pouch,vibe and his hand into his pocket.She stared at his forearm above the fabric.He d rolled uphis sleeves, revealing fine hairs curled over lightly tanned skin and muscle.She pressed herthighs together as a cream flooded her cunt and her folds buzzed harder with her need thanany vibrator could simulate. Ethan, please, she begged.Her head felt so muzzy, unable to focus on anything buther extreme arousal. I need the Barker file, he said. Barker? The what?He nodded. I think it s been filed. Can you get it? Get it? It was in his freaking office.He knew the alphabetic system as well as she did. Yeah, sure, she replied
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