I picked up an egg white sandwich and a skinny soy latte from my local café and rushed through the revolving doors of Jett & Stone Investments. Flying through the glass, chrome, and granite foyer I just managed to squeeze into the lift before it closed.

My boss, Josh wouldn’t be around this morning. He was meeting some clients. A smile came to my lips as I thought of him. After two years of working here, we became a ‘thing’ last month.

Yeah, I know. I was sleeping with the boss.

Not officially, obviously, because of office gossip and uncomfortable situations, but we were both going at it like rabbits. It started one day while we were working late. He turned his head and suddenly kissed me.

The earth didn’t move, or anything like that, but it was more than nice, and it made me realize how long it had been since I had been with a man. Josh was quite good-looking with a slim athletic body. His fingernails were always clean and he didn’t live too far away from me. Not a bad catch.

The lift doors opened at floor fourteen and I walked briskly into the Private Equity department. The good thing about showing up late on a Monday morning was not being the only one. I could sort of blend in with the rest of the shifty-eyed latecomers and get to my desk without too much notice.

Nobody blinked an eye as I made my way down the narrow glass corridor and slipped into my cubicle. I booted up my computer, and to make it look like I’d been there for a while I placed my sandwich and latte on my desk and strategically scattered some paperwork around them.

By the time my computer came on, it looked like I’d been there for ages. The first thing I always did on Monday morning was to tackle my inbox. It would be full of a weekend’s worth of emails from clients, both happy and less-than, and if I didn’t clear them, piles of new emails would get dumped on top of them, which I hated, but since I had the unenviable task of preparing for a status meeting at half-past twelve I decided to do it after I finished my notes for the meeting.

I worked on my notes for two hours solid then started on my emails.

We’d recently launched a new version of our online access portal. It was supposed to allow clients to get into their statements day or night. Most of my emails appeared to be from clients requesting help accessing their accounts.

I sighed and opened the first one. The email icon blinked at the top left-hand corner of my screen and I smiled. Josh. He must be back if he was sending me an email. I looked around to be sure nobody was looking over my shoulder before opening it.

Guess what I thought about all weekend long? The way you taste. Your smell, and those little mewing, kitten sounds you make when I eat you out.

I grinned and craned my neck to see into his office. He had his shirt sleeves rolled up and was talking to Drake from Accounting. I dropped my eyes back to the screen.

I wish I had been with you this weekend instead of with my parents. All I did was walk around trying to hide a hard-on because I couldn’t stop thinking about your pussy.

I can’t wait to devour you tonight.

The whole time I was pretending to listen to those asses downtown, I was imagining you under my desk sucking me off.

Hope you’re wearing your red thong!

Josh xx

I blew out a long, slow breath. Oh, Josh, you dirty dog you, but in fact, I was wearing a red thong. Once I knew it was his thing—he liked tearing it off with his teeth—I ordered two dozen from the internet. I pictured him between my legs, humming to himself as he ate me out, and started to feel warm and tingly. Yes, Josh sure knew what I wanted, and how I wanted it.

I enjoyed my relationship with Josh. Maybe it was because we had worked with each other for so long I felt I really knew him. Unlike my manwhore neighbor, he could be completely trusted.

Of course, my bestie, Megan, was dead set against the idea of me and Josh. In her books, sleeping with the boss was always a recipe for disaster, but I told her it would be all right since he wasn’t exactly my direct boss. I quoted one of my grandmother’s favorite sayings to her: stop buying trouble before it goes on sale.

I reread his dirty email. We hadn’t been together since Thursday night at my place. That’s three days without sex while Josh visited his parents in Schenectady. I was just as eager to be devoured by him as he was to devour me.

I hit “Reply,” then typed:

Dear Josh,

If absolutely necessary I can tentatively pencil you into my diary for a good sucking under the desk after lunch. Please confirm a time that would suit you.

Best regards.

Mimi xx

Smiling to myself, I hit ‘Send’.