“I—Uh, so, this isn’t working, and I think it’s because of the new update they made, which—”
Again, her words abruptly stop when my wandering hand travels up. “Two can play that game, Andrea,” I whisper low. “And I can assure you I’ll always win.”
She stubbornly shakes her head. I watch as she licks her lips, takes a deep breath through her nose, and tries to focus on her issue.
“I’ve tried bypassing the last changes they made, but it isn’t working, so I thought—”
She shivers, and I feel it in her thigh. Her skin is warmer here because her legs were pressed together when she sat earlier. It’s also getting more humid, encouraging me to drag my palm and fingers even higher.
“Didn’t you say you needed a hand?” I teasingly ask when she doesn’t resume her explanations.
“Not this kind of hand,” she mutters under her breath.
“Then go get a chair and make it stop.”
As expected, she gives me a challenging glare, turning this into a game of wills. I can barely hold back a smirk as I raise my hand even further while she continues her explanation.
To keep up with appearances, I lean forward with my eyes on the screen, but all my attention belongs to the little scrap of fabric my thumb just touched. She’s wearing something naughty under there, as if she knew I’d have my hand up her skirt at some point today. I graze it with a tentative knuckle, feeling the humid lace.
Because she can’t talk anymore, I make a few suggestions to fill the silence. “Have you tried reverting to the old version to see if our update works?”
“Yes, but—”
With the pad of my thumb, I follow the drenched path of her slit, hard enough so she can feel the pleasure spread through her entire body.
“This looks like a compatibility error. Try reverting to the previous version and then work your way in.” As I say that, I press my thumb against her opening, pushing the lace in with the tip of my finger.
She lets out a shaky breath, her face so flushed I realize someone could actually catch us if they look our way. But I don’t have to worry about that because she abruptly straightens up and pulls her skirt down, dislodging my hand from between her thick thighs.
“I’ll figure it out myself,” she frustratedly decides.
Before she walks away, she glares down at me with fire in her eyes, and I part my victorious smile to engulf the tip of my thumb in my mouth. Her taste there is mild, far from enough to satiate my hunger, but the way her eyelashes flutter at my greediness compensates for it.
I watch as she walks back to her desk, sits down, and grabs her phone to type something. I pick up mine before the text arrives, still grinning like an idiot.
Andrea Walker
You’re the biggest asshole that ever lived.
I chuckle, and before I can answer, she sends:
Andrea Walker
But are you sure you can’t cancel your plans tonight?
Me
Patience is a virtue, my passionate dork.
She huffs disapprovingly.
Andrea Walker
Then I’m spending my evening with Jensen.
I frown at my screen but know better than to accuse her of seeing other men. And something tells me I’ve actually met Jensen.
Me
