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I closethe man I hate is here

I me

My hand slips down my chest

Past my navel It slides to the place I wish he was, and with a flick of ue

My touch is now his touch

All rational thoughts leave e worships h on his lips

My hips buck, my pulse speeds up, and then I crash down from above, full sated

Shit

Looking down to where ht

I did not just orgasm to fantasies of Trent

You keep telling yourself that

Grabbing a towel fro to rid myself of the memory of what I just did

How a to look at him?

You’re not

Once I’et dressed

Taking a deep breath, I place hten it

He never did tell ht

I’ me

It could be a soup kitchen Orme to a hospital to play with children

I have no clue, which is why I aht above my knee

It’s casual

Yet cute

It isn’t dressy or showy and blends ith almost any situation

On ht white

Again, simple

I can run if I need to

Ready for whatever the devil will throw at me

He said five o’clock, but I’m ready at four thirty

I have no desire to piss hiht now

Been there Done that Have the receipts—or in ym—to prove it

It’s bad enough that he has s, but I a in front of Trent and his staff, people I see every day and technically ith, is hu

Since I’o in search of Trent

First, I check the kitchen, but when that’s empty, I walk down the hallway to his office

Nothing

Next, I findtoward the room I think is his bedroom

Heaven forbid I’m tardy

I’ht with him today