I glance at my watch with my free hand. “In twenty minutes. Should I cancel?”

“No, that should be enough time.”

“Enough time for what?” I ask, curious to find out what has her bursting into my office.

Her hands grip my arms and I immediately notice the absence of Frankie’s Faux Nails. Chloe’s nails have been transformed to their usual, much shorter, state and covered in a soft pink polish.

“I like your nails,” I say, taking one hand and examining them more closely. “The color will look nice against my sheets when I pin your hands above your head later.”

Chloe’s eyes go wide, a momentary falter before she regains her focus.

“We’ll see about that,” she says playfully. “By the way, I think you’re cheating at WordIt.”

My lips quirk at her accusation. I will neither confirm nor deny it.

“The last four nights have demonstrated I’m a superior WordIt player. I’m determined to win. The prize,” I slide my hand under her skirt, “is, after all, very motivating. Did you want to play now?”

“No.” She moves out of my grip to pull a piece of paper from her purse. I recognize it as her list. “I don’t know how you’ve managed to beat me every night but I can’t take it anymore.” She sets it on my desk and points to her writing. “I’ve added giving you a blow job to the list. I didn’t want it to come to this, but it’s a necessity at this point. I can’t focus on anything else. I’ve got the Books 4 Kids event tonight. I’ll be distracted at best, deranged at worst. I won’t be able to form coherent sentences with you next to me while I think about the weight of you in my hand. And I can’t be wondering what your dick might feel like in my mouth while I’m handing out books to children. It wouldn’t be right.”

She uses our joined hands to pull me around my desk and over to the sofa on the far wall.

I want to laugh at how serious Chloe is about giving me a blow job. My dick is already pressed against my zipper, having become fully alert the moment she walked into my office.

“Sit.” She pushes on my chest, indicating her request. It’s barely enough momentum to move me an inch, but I do what she says and take a seat on the sofa. Chloe kneels between my legs, placing her hands on my thighs.

“I’ve always wondered what your lips would look like stretched around my cock.” I reach forward to cup her cheek, placing my thumb pad on her lower lip and giving it a tug.

“You have?” She welcomes my thumb into her mouth and swirls the tip of it with her tongue.

“Every damn day since I met you.”