I’d gone into that file room encounter last week with a solid plan, and then I’d fucked it up by coming in my pants. I was sure I could’ve held off in better circumstances, but the fucker had gotten in my ear with his growly dirty talk, and I’d been helpless. I felt like I’d lost the most inane competition in the history of the universe. On a technical level, that was. On a physical level, it’d been hot as fuck.
