“Soft launch is Wednesday. We’ll have it up and invite people to test it out, help us find all the bugs. Then they want to go live by the end of the month.”
“Whoa, you really do need to work.” I’m starting to feel bad distracting her.
“I invited you over, remember?” She grins. “I got a lot done this afternoon.”
I feel bad. I took a nap. “You learned all this in one community college course?”
She’s facing the computer again and shrugs. “I’d always been interested in websites and design. I’d been poking around for a while when I saw the billboard and decided to pull the trigger.”
“I’m impressed. You’re doing really well with this.”
She clicks a few more photographs. “With clients like these, I can’t help but do well. I send them big bills, and they pay them.”
“Have you put together your own travel package?”
“Ha! In my dreams. They have a budget traveler option, but it’s too limited for what I want to do.”
“What’s that?” My hands are on her thighs now, smoothing her silky skin.
She sighs and leans her back against my chest. “I want to see everything… Vis, New Zealand, Fiji… It seems silly to go from one beach to another, but I want to see them all.”
My chin is on her shoulder, and she clicks to the different pictures. The mouse hovers over India, and I nod. “The golden triangle is unforgettable. I saw the Taj Mahal when I was in Agra.”
She turns her head slightly. “Right—you’ve been there.”
We’re quiet, and I’m thinking about seeing it again with her. “It’s a big tomb. The Shah Jahan had it built for a Persian princess he loved. She died having their fourteenth child.”
“Oh!” Tabby sits up, her cute little nose wrinkled. “That’s terrible!”
I chuckle and pull her against my chest again. “It’s stunning in real life.”
“An object lesson—how families are hazardous to your health.”
“More like the importance of birth control. I imagine having fourteen kids can be hazardous to your health.” My hands are under that tee now, and I’m sliding them up to her bare breasts. “Besides, they can’t be all bad. You love Coco.”
“I do love Coco,” she sighs, melting into my chest as I tweak her hard nipples. “I’m just not sure it’s the life for me.”
Opening my mouth against her neck, I give her soft skin a gentle suck. “Life is long.”
Her hips move, scrubbing that ass against my dick—which is now a steel rod in my pants. I take one hand from her breasts and smooth it down her flat stomach, inside the front of those panties, down to her clit, giving it a stroke. She moans, and I dip my fingers inside, to her dripping core.
“You’re so wet.” I kiss her ear.
She’s fumbling behind her back, locating the button of my jeans, and I quickly help her unfasten them, lifting us briefly so I can slide them down my hips. She’s still facing forward, but she grips my swollen cock, pumping it with her h
and. It makes me groan low in her ear.
She shivers and laughs softly. “Big boy, big dick.”
“It needs a condom.” I start to rise, but she stops me.
Reaching down, she finds the pocket of my jeans, my wallet. “In here?”
I pull her panties down as she leans forward, and my cock grows harder at the sight of her bare ass on my lap. “Yeah.” My voice is thick with need. “Hurry up.”
As soon as she has it out, I take it from her, ripping it open with my teeth. She’s leaning forward, her forearms on her desk, looking at me over her shoulder.
“What do you want, big boy?”