It wasn’t the first on her office desk, but the first in the middle of work. Her token protests soon fell away.
My tongue was truly inspired. Thrashing wildly, scattering everything, I thought she was going to break my neck when she came.
“What’s the matter, babe, got a pubie?” she asked.
I pretended to fish something out from my mouth. A rose gold ring with a match-her-eyes emerald.
“Marry me?”
“Fuck, yes!”
She breaks our kiss, looking toward the door as muffled, laughing cheers echo.
“What the hell?”
That’s when I noticed the fallen intercom, blinking green.
Broadcast: All
