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adorning his handsome features. He took Anya’s suitcase, placing it alongside Nathan’s in the boot of the car.
    “Thanks, Paul.” She smiled at him as he opened her door. She sat next to Nathan, her leg brushing against the side of his.
    She wouldn’t move her leg. She was having way too much fun tormenting him. He didn’t move his leg, either. Instead he pulled his BlackBerry out of his pocket, and started making a phone call.
    Slightly annoyed that her teasing seemed to have gone unnoticed, Anya spent most of the time looking out of the window as they travelled down the motorway. Her thoughts were running wild thinking about sex. She hoped her toys would be able to help her get through this weekend without her thoughts turning constantly to sex, about a cock fucking her pussy. She reached inside her jacket and pressed the ‘mild’ button on the remote control to her secret weapon. She sat back, allowing the silent vibrations to ease her tight, aching pussy. The vibrating panties had been her best purchase yet. No one could hear them, and only the most astute man would see her becoming increasingly aroused. If only Nathan knew how close she was to getting off, while he was obliviously making another million to add to his already wealthy name. He was all business and she was close to orgasm.
    She would take the orgasm over the million pounds, every time. She squeezed her legs together, taking a deep breath as she felt the first ripples of climax ease over her. The light orgasm took the edge off her frustration, but she raised the tempo after her climax eased off.
    If only she could squeeze her nipples and thrust a fake cock inside her—it’d slide in so easily, all of her cream creating the perfect lube for a cock. She stifled a moan, turning off the machine as another, stronger climax overtook her. She didn’t want the batteries sucked dry before the weekend had even begun.
    She lay back, relaxed and tired. They were stuck in traffic—at the rate they were moving they’d get there faster by walking. Anya closed her eyes, drifting off into a sated sleep, her last thought,
    If only Nathan knew.
    Nathan switched his phone off, watching Anya sleep peacefully with a smile on her lips. He wondered what she was dreaming about to put such ease on her face. A musky, OFFICE HOURS
    Sam Crescent
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    beautifully feminine smell filled the car. When he’d first smelt it teasing his nostrils, he’d been sure it was her female essence, but now he thought he must be losing his mind. There was no way she could have climaxed in the back of his limousine.
    Anya would never do such a thing—surely she was too prim and proper. No way he’d ever catch her with her hand down her pants. She had her hair in a bun, for crying out loud!
    He sat staring at her, her lips full, slightly open, teasing him. He shook his head. Get her out of your mind .
    His cock swelled in his pants, forcing him to recognise his fella’s existence—no action in a while, and now he was trying to poke his head out when he least wanted it.
    No sex with the PA. No sex with the PA .
    He could just imagine a sexual harassment case being slammed in his lap.
    That killed his mood.
    He called to his driver, “How much longer, Paul?” He tapped on the arm of the chair, doing exactly what he’d told Anya not to do earlier. Fidgeting.
    “Sorry, Mr Banks, an accident has completely blocked the road. A few more hours yet, I’m afraid.”
    Nathan nodded, rubbing his face, hit by boredom.
    He tried to keep his gaze turned away from Anya but his betraying eyes kept seeking out her sleeping form. Giving in, he gave her his full, undivided attention, without fear of her scorn or a sexual harassment case. He started with her face. Tiny strands of hair escaped her bun. He leaned in closer to see the fiery red colour, and his cock jumped in his pants. Images of her spread out on his bed sheets, her red hair spread across his lap as she sucked him off, her hair fisted in