Meetings are boring.
Instead I imagine his hands. Slender and loving hands will caress my face, slowly moving to my shoulders. Nuzzling closer, he will tease with the moisture of his lips, pressing to my neck delicate kisses, creating in me a wave of lust that washes from my feet to crest at my throat. Clearing off his desk with a brush of his hand, he'll push me back and cover me with his lean body, his weight so seductive as he whispers his desire for me.
Our eyes meet across the table; he's thinking the same thing I am.
The End
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