I looked at the clock. Almost 5:30pm. Gemma should have gotten the flowers by now. I wonder what she thought of them. And why hadn’t I received a phone call?

A soft rap on the door disrupted my thoughts.

“Come in,” I barked, turning in my seat.

Laura, my secretary, leaned in. “Do you need anything else before I take off for the night?”

Laura took my stern attitude in stride, she knew my business voice well, and she was an amazing secretary. She was pretty, really pretty. She had red hair, light blue eyes, and was tall with a slender build. And while I was certain she’d be a good time in the sack, I maintained a strict no-dipping-the-wick-in-company-ink policy.

“All good, thanks for checking. I’ll see you in the morning. Have a good night.” At my nod, she turned and closed the door behind her.

I looked at my cell again. I did tell her I would call her at the end of my work day, maybe she was waiting for me? Why was I obsessing about this? We were just two friends helping each other out. Granted, she didn’t realize she was helping me as much as I was helping her, but that didn’t matter. Don’t fuck this up. The voice in my head had been making comments like that all day. I had no plans of fucking things up though. I was giving Gem exactly what she’s asked for.

No strings attached, sexual gratification. Exactly what I was good at. Plain and simple.

Except, she was the only woman, aside from my mother and Harper, I had ever cared about. And the way I cared about her was completely different from how I cared about the other two.

You agreed to this to help get her out of your system in a sexual way. Once this month is over, you can refocus your efforts on your friendship. So that someday, she can find her happily ever after. With a man that will make her happy and give her everything she deserves in life.

I grabbed my cell and rechecked the time. Fifteen whole minutes had passed since I’d last looked. I couldn’t wait to leave work and get to Gemma, to feel her softness pressed against me. Just as I was setting it back down, it rang. I quickly snatched it back up and looked at the caller ID.

Not Gemma. I answered anyways.

“Ella, hi. How’s it going?” I forced myself to sound happy to be hearing from her. I was happy to hear from her, but I would’ve preferred it be Gemma calling.

“It’s going!” She laughed. “Super busy! I got your message, though, and wanted to make sure I got back to you before the end of the night. Sorry it took me so long. It’s been like a mad house today. I’m just now finally driving home. I had a couple showings earlier and three closings. Plus, Ford and I have been debating on listing his condo, so I was pulling comps for him on his area, too. Anyways, enough about me and my day. Let’s talk about you and the property you want to make an offer on. Which one was it that grabbed your attention?” I liked that even though I was a personal acquaintance, when it came to real estate, she brought the conversation right back to business.

I told her about the Scottsdale property and what I wanted to offer. We discussed numbers a little bit, how I wanted my information to appear on the offer, and she wanted to know if there was a specific title company I wanted to work with. Once we ironed out all the details, she told me she’d email me the paper work to sign electronically later on this evening.

“Ok, great. Do you need anything else?” I asked.

“Nope, this should do it. If I forgot something, I’ll shoot you a text. Give me a little time to get home, traffic is still a little thicker than normal.” I could hear horns honking in the background.

“No worries. Take your time. I’ve got all night. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for your email. In the meantime, drive safe and give Ford my best. Tell him he still owes me a beer.” I smirked thinking about how I whooped him on the golf course.

“Will do. He’s on the road, but I’m sure once he’s back he’ll make good on it. Ok, I’m gonna run. Even hands-free is distracting in this traffic. I’ll text you later on, once I send the paperwork over. Let me know if you have any questions.”

“Will do. Thanks again, Ella.” I truly appreciated her help. If this deal went this smoothly all the way through I would definitely be using her moving forward.

“No, thank you. Thanks for taking a shot on a residential agent trying to cross over to commercial. I’ll catch ya later.”

“Bye.” I checked the time again when I hung up. 6:12pm. Where was Gemma? My cock had been hard more times than I cared to think about today. I was ready for a proper release. I walked to my door and looked out into the deserted office space, fully dark without a body in sight. The doors automatically locked from the inside at 5:30pm, so I knew I was truly alone. I decided to send off a text.

“Hey, precious. How’s your day been?” I set the phone down, grabbed my bottled water and walked over to the windows that overlooked the mountains in the distance. I heard my phone chime as I took a long drag and smirked in response.

“Good and busy! I got a lot done with the engagement photos I shot last week. Then, I had this delivery guy knock on my door and give me the most gorgeous flowers.” A picture of said flowers popped up. I’d have to thank Roman for making sure the bouquet was exactly to my specs. “Thank you,” popped up right below the picture.

“You are most welcome. I’m glad you like them.” I typed back.

“How could someone not like them? I adore them. They were extremely thoughtful.”

“How’s everything feeling today?” I was hoping she felt great. I waited impatiently as the bubbles appeared.

“Everything feels amazing.” More thought bubbles. Another picture, this one of her hand cupping her tit, her pink nipple poking out between her thumb and pointer finger. I swallowed hard, blood rushed south as my cock surged to life. It wasn’t like I had never gotten dirty texts before, but this was Gemma. My sweet, innocent, precious Gemma. Had she ever sent texts like this to someone else? I shook the thought from my head.

“What’s your night look like?” I wanted her to be free, but after seeing that picture, even if she was, I knew we wouldn’t have enough time for what I wanted to do. I wanted to bury my face between her breasts, then her thighs, and then finally claim her body with my cock.

“Actually, I still have a lot of work to get done.” What? Seriously? Was she having second thoughts about our arrangement? No, she wouldn’t have sent you that sexy as hell picture if she was.

“Everything ok?” I scrunched my face in concentration as I waited for her response.

“Uh huh.” This was followed by another picture of her hand descending down her flat abs into the waistband of a pair of lacy panties. My cock was throbbing.

Fuck it. I was alone. I sat at my desk and pulled out my cock. I sent her a picture of me stroking it. Just how far was she going to take this sexting?

“Is that hard cock for me?” Popped up almost instantly after my screen said the pic was delivered.

“Sure is. Is that pussy of yours wet?” I was certain it was. If my dick was this hard, I was certain she was as turned on as I was.

“Maybe…” Maybe? She was such a tease.

“I thought we promised complete honesty yesterday?” I challenged.

Next text was a picture of her soaked panties hanging off her fingertips. “I guess, I was a little wet. I figured I should take them off.”

I was through texting. If she didn’t want me to come over I was at least going to hear her voice while I jerked off. It only rang once before she answered.

“Hi, Baz,” her voice was throaty when she answered, her arousal evident. I could tell I was on speaker phone.

“Hi, precious. Those panties looked pretty wet.”

“Yeah, they were. That cock looked pretty hard.” She countered.

“It is. You sure you’re too busy with work to meet up tonight?” I stroked my length again.

“Well, I want to get this work done so I can cut out early the rest of the week. I have a feeling I could have a lot of late nights ahead of me, and I’m not talking about work in that respect, I’m talking about pure pleasure.”

“Ok, then. We’ll go with another first for you. Phone sex,” I paused waiting for her to confirm or deny that it was her first time. When she didn’t say anything, I asked, “Have you done this before, precious?”

“No,” she whispered loudly.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” I closed my eyes and listened to her sexy little noises coming through the phone, I knew the answer before she even said it.

“Yes,” it was hissed out. “Tell me what to do,” tumbled out immediately afterwards.

“Tell me what you’re already doing.” I leaned further back in my chair and yanked my pants lower, until they were down around my knees and lifted my shirt around my chest.

“Unh, I’m touching myself.” Her moans coming through the line were making me want to jump in the car, go straight there and take over for her.

“How are you touching yourself?” I’d make her give up all her inhibitions before we hung up this phone.

“I’m squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. Tugging on them like you did yesterday.”

“Does it feel good?” I could see her in my mind. Her tits had fit perfectly in my hands yesterday, I couldn’t wait to get them in my hands again and to suck on her nipples. I hadn’t gotten around to getting my mouth on them yesterday, but my mouth was definitely watering now just thinking about it.

“Uh huh,” her words were getting softer and breathier.

“Good, I’m stroking my cock picturing you touching yourself. Are you in your room?” I wanted to paint the scene in my mind.

“No, I’m on the couch,” she giggled lightly when she said it. “I can’t see the couch without thinking of you now.”

“I’m going to make you feel like that about every single piece of furniture that graces your house,” I growled out. “Part those amazing thighs for me. Slide your hand down and spread your wetness around your pussy.” I could hear her breathing increase.

“Fuck, it feels so good. I’m sooooo wet, Baz.” My name came out on a long moan. “I love hearing you say dirty things to me.”

“Good, because I like saying them. Keep touching yourself. I’m still stroking my cock. I’m so fucking hard listening to you. I could cum at any second. Tell me when you’re about to cum so I can let go with you.” I turned the setting to speaker phone and set it down on my desk, then slid my free hand to my balls and gently touched them while I stroked. I could picture her clearly in my mind, spread out on the couch, one hand between her legs and the other on her breast. I stroked faster.

“I’m getting close. Soooo close.” I could hear the urgency in her voice.

“That’s right, cum for me. Work that clit, go faster. Imagine it’s my tongue.”

“Ohhhhhhhh, oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming,” her voice trembled as she moaned on and on.

And as soon as I heard her moans, before she even said she was cumming, my hand instinctively sped up and I hit the finish line with her.

“Ahhhh, ah fuck, Gem,” I grunted, as strand after strand of cum shot across my hand and stomach. My head dropped to the headrest of my office chair as I caught my breath. I could hear Gemma’s labored breathing coming through the line still.

I looked at myself covered in cum, then reached for the tissue box at the corner of my desk to clean up. I laughed out loud at myself.

“What’s so funny?” Gemma’s voice rang out into the office.

“Well, phone sex may have been a first for you, but getting off in my office was a first for me.” I tossed the tissues at the trash as I pulled my pants back up.

“Wait, I gave you a first?” She asked incredulously.

“Yep, and what an incredible first it was. Fuck, I’ve never been so horny that I ever wanted to whip it out at the office. Thank fuck it’s after hours. My cock was hard off and on all day thinking about you.” I ran my hands through my hair.

“It was?” I could hear her smiling.

“It was,” I affirmed. “Sure you don’t want company tonight?

“Tonight I’m gonna get some work done, so my week will be a little easier. Besides, someone very smart told me anticipation made things that much sweeter once they were achieved,” she giggled lightly.

“I see what you’re doing here,” chuckling silently, I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see me.

“I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about.” Damn if she wasn’t good at playing the innocent.

This time I laughed out loud. “No teaching the teacher.”

“I’m not teaching, I’m just taking really good notes and implementing them,” she snickered.

“Smart ass,” I laughed. “I’ll concede on this point. Only because it’s true. Make no mistake, when I have you, you won’t know what to do to maintain your sanity. I’m going to drive you wild with want, and then I’m going to take you even higher than you think is possible. I’ll work my way in slowly and then take you right to the brink. I’ll make you beg for it before I let you cum. I can’t wait to feel your tightness surround me. It’ll be beyond anything in your wildest dreams. And because of that, I’ll wait as long as I need to.”

“Wow, I’m not sure how to respond,” I could hear the awe in her breathy voice.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to be prepared for what’s coming.”