“Wear something easy to get off. Don’t come if you’re not empty. I want to fill you again.”

The message lit up my phone while I sat at my desk pretending to work. My thighs pressed together under the table. I typed back with shaking fingers.

“What time?”

“Six. Door unlocked for you only. Be wet when you walk in.”

I spent the rest of the afternoon wet. Every time my phone buzzed I felt it between my legs. Rook sent a photo of his hand wrapped around his cock, the same hand that had held the machine and then held me open. Caption: Thinking about how hard you came...