Ryan was hard. She had a way of doing that do him even when
she was pissed. In fact, when angry, she was so much more exciting. He maybe
one sick fuck, but Antoinette came a close second. Shit his balls ached and his
dick was near to bursting.
He smiled. She thought she had the upper hand but it was he that had
orchestrated this whole game. Grovelling into the phone had been hard, but
necessary.
He made his way through the maze of cubicles to the
management offices and the executive bathroom. It was risky, but the reward
could be worth it. He strode like he had purpose and after a quick glance up
and down the opulent hall, he opened the outer door, slipped inside and closed it
quietly behind him.
A smile curved his lips when he heard heels clicking on the marble
floor inside the restroom. Those definitely weren’t Gucci loafers. She was
inside and up to something.
Ryan pushed the door open, and with a soft whoosh it shut
behind him. He turned and gazed around. Empty except for a bag on
the counter by the sink. He held his breath and tip toed over to it. He felt
like a dumb ass walking so stealthily but something made him hold his breath,
as if he were waiting for the boogey man to jump out at him.
Reaching his hand out, he fingered the zipper and pulled. It
let go like gun shots in the quiet room, stepping closer he leaned over to look
inside when the slam of a door scared the crap out of him. He jumped and spun
around trying to figure out how he would explain his presence in this room that
was off limits to office staff.
“Holy fuck!” He choked and his eyes bugged out of his head.
Ryan couldn’t decide if he was going straight to hell or on the first flight to
heaven.
Oh, I wonder what happened? Stay tuned....
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