"We use a modified blockchain technology to parse the genetic data…" There was a shot of Owen in a tailored suit walking through one of his data centers. Then a shot of Parker at a computer talking to a random actress with Henry on her lap.
"I had a musician I know compose and record the background music," Josie said, "so that we aren't using the same stock music that everyone else has."
"Impressive concentration to detail, isn't it?" Owen whispered to me.
"One other question," I said. "It was great having you explain everything. Are you going to have someone narrate this video?"
She grinned at me. "Of course. You are. We have a recording studio set up."
"Mace is too boring to be a narrator," Garrett scoffed.
"He has a great voice," Josie countered. "Someone just has to be in the recording studio to help hype him up!"
* * *
I spentthe afternoon going over the script. The writing flowed very well. I was excited to show her that evening, but Josie seemed stressed when she walked into my office late that night.
Anke had already left, and I'd stayed to work. I was behind on things between Payslee, my family, and my new whatever-it-was with Josie.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, wrapping her in my arms and rubbing her shoulders.
"Nothing." She sighed. "I just want the presentation to go well."
I leaned down to kiss her. "You've been working so hard," I whispered. "Let me give you a reward."
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Mace kissed me, and it wasn't soft and sensual. It was hard and promised a rough, quick release. I didn't know I wanted that until this moment.
"Fuck me," I gasped against his mouth. "I want you to fuck me hard."
He kissed me again, and I nipped his lower lip. Mace disentangled himself while I protested and went to the light switch.
"Unless you want to put on a show for the whole town," he said, "this is probably a better idea."
His gray eyes almost seemed to glow in the low ambient light from the parking lot. I saw the shadow of him unzip his pants and pull out a condom. He grabbed me, and I tangled my fingers in his hair.
"Please," I mewled.
Make me forget.
He turned me around, and I bent over the desk, my chest heaving against the tight blouse. My pussy was wet and aching for him. Mace pushed up my skirt and pulled my panties down. I heard the condom packet rip.
"Mace, I want your cock," I begged, "I want it rough. Just fuck me." Three fingers stroked me, then he was in me.
"Faster," I whimpered as I bent over the desk, legs spread as far as they could go while still hampered by my skirt. One large hand braced against the desk, the other held my thigh as he fucked me.
"You feel so good," I moaned. My nipples were hard. One of Mace's hands reached around to rub my clit, and I thrust against his hand and back against his cock.
"You feel so good," he said. "Josie,fuck, you're so tight."
It was over fast. He clapped a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream as I came.
"I was going to listen to your presentation," I said against his mouth as he kissed me, my legs still trembling, "but it's probably not going to be until tomorrow."
"Then let's go home," he said. Home with Mace. It felt cozy. I wrapped my arms tighter around him. I didn't want to let him go.
