Stephanie Archer

"I'll do whatever it takes to get my job back."

The air thickens with tension, and we both stare at each other. Is she...? In my head, images appear of us tangled up in bed. She's beneath me, head tipped back, eyes closed, with an expression of pleasure on her face as I thrust into her. I'm going to be thinking about that later with my hand around my cock, and I hate myself for that.

"That's not what I meant," she says quickly, cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink.