Jules laughs at my system for putting bookmarks into the bags, but seriously it works. That’s how this week has been. Finding work arounds for tasks that having these long nails make difficult. Using a quarter under the tab of a soda can to open it, wearing elastic waist skirts, and while I love holding a book when I read, I’ve discovered a new appreciation for audio books.

“Is that what’s happening between you and Barrett?” She wiggles her eyebrows. “You’re ‘getting creative’?”

I can’t help but blush at the memory of the last four nights. Barrett’s mouth on me, those proficient fingers of his thrusting inside me. The orgasms I’ve received softening the blow that Barrett has beat me at WordIt four days in a row. I’ve still gotten the word correct, but Barrett has been faster.

I’m counting down the minutes until my nails are a reasonable length, but I also have to wonder what will happen between Barrett and me once they come off? And there’s also the frustration that I still haven’t touched him yet. I didn’t think it would be that frustrating, but after everything we’ve done and I have yet to hold his cock in my hand or put it in my mouth, I’m starting to go insane.

“Did you get any action last night?”

“He ate me out on his desk. Two orgasms,” I say, trying not to pout.

“So, no,” Jules makes a motion with her hand and places her tongue into her cheek.

“No. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I’m an excellent WordIt player, how does he keep beating me?”

“What about your list?” she asks.

“What about it?”

“Don’t you still have one more request?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Yes.”

I think about our agreement and the request list that Barrett set up at our lunch meeting weeks ago. How he said I wasn’t using my requests wisely.

“So, request to suck his dick.”

A strangled laugh escapes me. “Oh my God. I cannot do that.”

“Why not? That’s how you started this whole WordIt thing, because he was desperate to have you. You said he’s rock hard every time you fool around. Maybe he doesn’t want to rush you. He’s waiting for you to be ready to suck his monster cock.”

“Jesus, Jules.” My eyes dart to the door. The conference room is all glass. We’re in a fishbowl. I just hope no one passing by can read lips.

“No one can hear us.”

With Barrett’s nightly WordIt victories this week, I’ve gotten over the anxiety I was feeling about hooking up with him, feeling awkward about his mouth between my thighs. We’ve done things I never even considered, let alone thought I would like.