“Are you okay?""Great.” His voice was a croak. “Tired.” He dared not say more, afraid it would come out as a groan. Every ounce of will kept his eyes from fluttering when Veronica did that swirly thing again around the head of his cock. He fucking loved that swirly thing. She should patent it.And then she took him deep again, her fingers circling the base of him, her other hand stroking his balls.God, he wanted to touch her, feel her skin, her hair, but he kept his hands on the table and concentrated on keeping them from shaking."You look like you're going to be sick.""I just—need a few minutes of peace. Do you think—could you lock the door and shut off the lights?"The last came out higher pitched as Veronica nipped the head of him with her teeth. He was shaking all over now. He did not want to be looking at Laurie when he came in Veronica's mouth."The phone call?” Laurie asked, her gaze flicking to the phone."Later,” was all he managed as his balls tightened with his impending orgasm.Laurie frowned, but turned and flicked off the light switch and locked the door on her way out.He barely dropped back in his chair, whispering, “Now!”
