I think this gets her attention, and I run my hands over her body as I continue. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky if you remember your name,” I tell her, looking her directly in the eyes. “But I guarantee you, you’ll be screaming mine.”
She’s excited.
I can tell. I see the spark in her eyes. It’s a mixture of fear, excitement, apprehension, and lust. Lots and lots of fucking lust.
I bare my teeth and reach over, cupping her ass cheek and bringing her closer.
She comes willingly.
And that’s when the fucking intercom goes off.
“Ethan, are you there?” the speakerphone blares. It’s Cheryl.
God fucking dammit.
Not now.
Not now, of all times.
“Ethan, we need you in the product launch timeline signoff. We’ve been planning this meeting for months and the bankers are here,” Cheryl says, a touch of urgency in her voice.
Cheryl is never fucking urgent. She’s always got everything so fucking organized and so on point that if I hear urgency in Cheryl’s voice—and I think I’ve only heard it five times—I know it’s fucking important.
But even then, Brittney is right fucking here. Her fucking luscious ass. Those big, giant titties. That beautiful face. Those fucking eyes.
“Ethan? Ethan are you there?” Cheryl asks again.
She must know I’m in here. She must know what I’m doing. That’s why she hasn’t gotten off the phone.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
“It’s okay,” Brittney says, looking into my eyes and placing a hand on my chest. “We can do this later, maybe?” she asks smiling at me. Not just with wanton lust anymore.
But with warmth.
Fuck, and with compassion?
“Go, do your job, Ethan,” she tells me. “I’m just going to freshen up and tidy up a bit in here before I head out.”
I let out a long fucking sigh and my body literally quivers in disappointment, but I know she's right.
I nod to her, and pull up my boxer briefs and pants as I walk to my desk.
I clean my cock with a towel nearby as I push the speakerphone button on my phone.
“On my way, Cheryl,” I tell her and hang up as I zip up my trousers.
Brittney turns and smiles to me as she walks over to where she threw her bra.
“You’re going to be okay?” I ask her.
She nods and smiles. “I’m just going to clean up a little bit,” she says with a smile. “Get less sticky before I go out into the world, you know?”
She laughs a small laugh and I smile before I walk to the door.
Five minutes later I’m sitting next to Cheryl in the conference room still thinking of Brittney.
Fuck.
That’s five minutes longer that I’ve ever thought of a girl after sex.
There’s something going on with her here.
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Brittney
"Brittney, can you hear me?"
I hear Walter's voice coming in through my tiny earpiece, which is hidden underneath my long hair. The sound is low, but the quality is good.
"Loud and clear," I say.
"Are you at Ethan’s computer?"
"Yes, but now what? I don't have the password for this machine, you know. It's locked."
"Okay, I'm going to walk you through this," Walter says. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess. I don't hear anyone coming, so it's now or never," I say, looking tensely over my shoulder.#p#分页标题#e#
"The first thing you need to do is shut the computer down."
"What? Why? Doesn't that seem counterproductive to be turning this thing off?"
"Just trust me, okay?" Walter says. "I know what I'm talking about."
"Okay, it's off."
"Good, now reboot it in Safe Mode," Walter instructs. "You need to do this so that you can effectively login as an administrator to the machine."
"You're speaking another language … but sure," I say. "Okay, done. Now what?"
"Now, you'll need to reset the password."
"The password for which account?"
"For the account that's locked," Walter says. "If we're going to gain access to the Illicit Escape software and plans, we'll need to change the administrator password so that we can unlock it all."
"Since when did you get so high-tech on me Walter?" I joke.
"Just here to help, darling. We've got to move quickly."
"Okay, that's done; now what?" I ask. I'm acutely aware of noise now coming from down the hall and I wait a few extra seconds before making any noise in case anyone walks in. After those moments are up, it seems like the coast is clear, so we resume.
"And for the record," I say, "I've given this account a password that no one is ever going to fucking crack. I think there's enough letters, numbers, and symbols for it to be its own equation."