Gabriel Meyers, her boss of three years, radiated heat like the sun. She was tired of his hidden stares and accidental bumps into her. It was time he stepped up to the plate and made his move. She wondered what he would do if she turned around, dropped to her knees and pulled his cock out of his pants. She’d masturbated often enough, imagining his dick deep in her throat, pumping in and out of her full lips. “Molly, I need the Thompson files before the meeting.” His deep voice slithered down her spine and had her shivering. “I’ll have them to you in a sec.” She straightened up and looked at him, flashing him a big smile. He flushed slightly and went back into his office. She sat back at her desk and pulled up the files. As she printed them out, an evil, twisted thought lodged itself in her brain. She wanted to give Gabriel something he wouldn’t forget. He breathed sex from every pore of his six-foot frame. His short brown hair was always slightly ruffled as if he’d just gotten out of the shower and run his fingers through it.
