It happened completely by accident. I was working late, as usual. I’d had a crap day, as usual. I was stressed and bored and my brain wouldn’t co-operate. Everyone else had gone home. I was the only one there, sitting behind my desk in my office and playing around with plans for a house, and my clit just sort of…tingled. I tried to ignore it, really I did, but the tingle wouldn’t go away. So I unfastened my trousers and put my hand in my knickers and worked myself into the best orgasm I’d ever had, and the next day I did it again. And the day after that, and the day after that until it was a regular part of my daily routine. I think about it all day, about sliding my hand between my legs and playing with myself until I’m wet and hot and throbbing. About sitting back in my swivel chair and propping my feet on the edge of the desk and coming. I think about it as I’m drafting plans and drinking coffee and eating lunch at my desk. I think about it when I’m on the phone, when I’m charming clients, when Ethan Hall walks in every morning in his plain black suit, with his red gold hair pushed back into those thick waves that constantly seem about to misbehave.
