Finnegan
The one thing I now hated next to lies were now officially, curtains.
Most specifically, the blasted curtains that my mother's decorators had put in my office. They formed a solid wall between I and the view of Abigail's desk.
The glass partition was still there but the curtains just made it useless because I couldn't see her.
I turned back to my computer screen and read the same paragraph for the third time. Yeah, I was screwed.
I had to admit though; I loved our little game. We hadn't crossed the line fully. It was just fooling around nothing more; it wasn't like I actually fucked her. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking whatever was left of the taste of her pussy on my tongue.
Ah shit, what was the time again?
The clock on my desk displayed 4:50pm.
Ten minutes.
I had ten minutes until the close of work when I could finally touch her again.
