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“Hi,” I said softly, glancing up at his face.

“Mmm. I’ve missed you.” He pressed his mouth to mine, giving me his tongue before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth—his favorite of the two. “I thought about you all day.” His hands lowered to my butt, squeezing my cheeks. “You know what didn’t help?”

I grinned, already knowing the answer. “What’s that?”

“That fucking picture you sent me.”

My head tilted back as I laughed. “About that … I’m sorry, I guess?”

While I’d been at lunch with two of my colleagues, I’d gone to the restroom, and before I dropped my thong all the way down, I’d snapped a photo and sent it to him.

“Do you know how hard it was not to drive to your office and fuck you on top of your desk?” He cupped my pussy over my dress. “Knowing I couldn’t because I didn’t want your father to get wind of me coming there.” His mouth moved to my neck. “So, that wasn’t very nice of you to tease me like that.”

I squirmed as his tongue tickled my skin. “I thought you needed a sample