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foot up and down, stroking his erection through the fabric of his pants.
The motion of her foot mirrored the rhythm she set with her hand.
    Leigh was surprised at how turned on she was getting. It
wasn’t from the direct stimulation of touching herself, but rather the rapt
expression on John’s face and from seeing how much her behavior was affecting
him. She kept her movements slow and deliberate, just enough to tease both of
them.
    Softly, she reminded John, “You really need to finish that
contract.” She rubbed her foot against his erection with a little more pressure.
Not enough to hurt, just to emphasize her next words. “And soon.”
    “Yeah, well, if you keep doing that,” John nodded in the
direction of her crotch, “I’m going to toss the rest of dammed contract into
the trash and bury my face between your legs ’til you scream.”
    A shiver ran through Leigh at the image he created in her
mind. Her already heated body flushed as her arousal kicked up another notch.
    She withdrew her hand from her crotch and leaned toward
John. “What can I do to help you finish those last couple of pages?”
    The heat in his gaze was almost Leigh’s undoing. She wanted
nothing more than to straddle him in his chair and ride them both to orgasm.
But that wouldn’t finish the contract. And that wouldn’t give him the weekend
off.
    “I’m tempted to tell you to go get us both a bottle of water
from the break room, but I don’t think that’s going to stop me from wanting to
bend you over the desk.” He added with a grin, “And you’re not exactly dressed
for walking down the hall.”
    Leigh smiled back, then reached out and stroked the side of
John’s face. “Do you need a break?”
    John looked down into his lap. “Do I look like I need a
break?”
    Leigh laughed and teased the tip of his erection with her
toe. “Not from where I’m sitting.” She tilted her head to one side and added,
“But seriously, if it will help you focus on your contract so you can finish
soon, I can saunter down the hallway and give you some quiet time.”
    “Yeah, but then you’d have to get dressed and waste all the
effort I’ve brought about.”
    “Not necessarily.” Leigh slid off the desk and strode over
to the door. Hanging on the back of it was John’s spare raincoat. She slipped
it on and tied the belt at the waist. On John, the coat probably hit him above
the knee, but on her, it hit somewhere around mid-calf. The extra width just
lent extra coverage in the front where she’d wrapped one side over the other
before she belted it.
    “Now I just need shoes.” She located her heels near the
couch and slipped them on. Noticing her cell phone lying on the nearby table,
she dropped it into one of the pockets of the coat.
    “You can’t go out there like that!” John protested.
    “Sure I can,” Leigh assured him. “There’s no one else
working this late on your floor and even the cleaning guy has already been by.
He’s probably three floors above us by now.” She turned the lock on the handle
to make sure she’d be able to get back in. “Who’s to see me?”
    John looked as if he were about to argue again so Leigh blew
him a kiss and slipped out the door, closing it behind her. Not sure that John
wouldn’t come after her, she quickly made her way down the hall toward the
break room. As expected, she couldn’t see or hear anyone else on the floor.
Most areas were dark. The emergency lights and a few unnoticed cubicle lamps
allowed her to see well enough that she didn’t need to turn on the main lights
and draw unnecessary attention.
    When she got to the break room, she grabbed a water bottle
from the fridge then sat in one of the hard plastic chairs. After taking few
sips from the bottle, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her email.
In the back of her mind, she calculated how long it would take John to finish
the last few pages. She probably had enough time to get through all of her
recent email and