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However, she had given Worthless her word that she'd get this report done by Monday, and it was going to take at least another eight hours to get it finished. She knew she was terrible with data gathering, but Worthless had it in for her. And laying here in bed wasn't going to get it done, unfortunately. Jamie rolled out of bed and headed for the shower.
Standing under the spray, she let her hands wander the contours of her breast. Would he find them pleasing, she wondered. What would it feel like to have his lips wrapped around the pale pink nipples that crowned her fair breasts? She turned to face the spray, letting the water sting her nipples, and she gasped as the initial pain turned to throbbing pleasure.
She glanced at the clock above the shower - 7:25. If she hurried, she might just have enough time. She coated her hair with deep conditioner and piled it on top of her head, securing it with a clip. Let's see if I can do it in three minutes, she challenged herself.
She pulled the handheld showerhead out of its holder and spread her feet apart. She bent her knees slightly and adjusted the spray to a single jet. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the night before and the feelings he had ignited in her as she lay over his lap, exposed to him and completely vulnerable. She aimed the water jet at her wide open pussy, then slowly drew the water up to her clit.
Her hips bucked involuntarily at the pressure on her most sensitive part, and yet it felt so good that she continued thrusting into the water. She traced clockwise circles on her clit with the water while the fingers from her other hand found the entrance to her pussy.
She slowly slipped two fingers inside and rubbed on her G-spot. Oh god, she moaned. She thrust her fingers in and out rapidly, her breath coming in heaves. It feels so fucking good, she thought. She imagined her fingers were his fingers, and the water was his teeth, pulling at her clit while he flicked it with his tongue.
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Jamie felt a flood of wetness around her hand and the tightening of her pussy around her fingers. The feeling in her clit intensified, and she felt as though she were going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it. That's it, she moaned, make me come god I'm going to come oh god oh god oh please oh oh oh yes yes! Her orgasm overtook her, rendering her speechless, and her wrist went limp, the water hitting her thigh instead of her throbbing clit.
She was dimly aware that the clock now said 7:32. So I didn't beat the three minutes, but it was too damn good to complain, she thought. She quickly rinsed her hair and turned off the water. As she dried herself off, she contemplated what to wear.
I need to look sexy, she thought, but not like I put any thought or effort into it. And that is not the easiest task. After tossing aside several outfits, she settled on a fitted white V-neck t-shirt and jeans with a pair of black sandals. She scrunched her hair with a little leave-in conditioner, then flipped her hair over her head and aimed the blow dryer at the roots for a few seconds to create a little volume before flipping her hair back over. She fixed a few stray strands and smiled. A little mascara and sheer lip gloss would complete the look. Innocent, yet sexy. Her cheeks had a faint blush all their own - was that from her earlier orgasm, she wondered, or just from the warm bathroom? Well, regardless of where it came from, it was rather becoming.
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After spraying herself lightly with her favorite vanilla perfume, she glanced at the clock again. 8:15. Perfect timing. She could get there before nine and be hard at work when he got there. And she wasn't going to be an easy target today, she decided. She wasn't going to throw herself at him. It's not as though she couldn't have any guy she wanted, after all. Last night was merely a lapse in judgment. A TEMPORARY lapse, she told herself.
She arrived at the office at 8:45, and didn't see his white truck in the lot. Jamie felt relieved. At precisely 9:00, a new email arrived: "I'm in the 4th floor training room. Bring your files and come down here."