Not now.
Not now, of all times.
“Ethan, we need you in the product launch timeline signoff. We’ve been planning this meeting for months and the bankers are here,” Cheryl says, a touch of urgency in her voice.
Cheryl is never fucking urgent. She’s always got everything so fucking organized and so on point that if I hear urgency in Cheryl’s voice—and I think I’ve only heard it five times—I know it’s fucking important.
But even then, Brittney is right fucking here. Her fucking luscious ass. Those big, giant titties. That beautiful face. Those fucking eyes.
“Ethan? Ethan are you there?” Cheryl asks again.
She must know I’m in here. She must know what I’m doing. That’s why she hasn’t gotten off the phone.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
“It’s okay,” Brittney says, looking into my eyes and placing a hand on my chest. “We can do this later, maybe?” she asks smiling at me. Not just with wanton lust anymore.
But with warmth.
Fuck, and with compassion?
“Go, do your job, Ethan,” she tells me. “I’m just going to freshen up and tidy up a bit in here before I head out.”
I let out a long fucking sigh and my body literally quivers in disappointment, but I know she's right.
I nod to her, and pull up my boxer briefs and pants as I walk to my desk.
I clean my cock with a towel nearby as I push the speakerphone button on my phone.
“On my way, Cheryl,” I tell her and hang up as I zip up my trousers.
Brittney turns and smiles to me as she walks over to where she threw her bra.
“You’re going to be okay?” I ask her.
She nods and smiles. “I’m just going to clean up a little bit,” she says with a smile. “Get less sticky before I go out into the world, you know?”
She laughs a small laugh and I smile before I walk to the door.
Five minutes later I’m sitting next to Cheryl in the conference room still thinking of Brittney.
Fuck.
That’s five minutes longer that I’ve ever thought of a girl after sex.
There’s something going on with her here.
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Brittney
"Brittney, can you hear me?"
I hear Walter's voice coming in through my tiny earpiece, which is hidden underneath my long hair. The sound is low, but the quality is good.
"Loud and clear," I say.