Your concentration is broken by your ringtone. The vibration thrums against the desk from inside your pocket. If ever there was a time to just let it go to voicemail, this is it. But Misato Katsuragi seems to have other ideas. Without stopping her hip motions or even changing her rhythm, she reaches into the pockets of the pair of pants she slung over her desk and fishes out your cellphone.
Just when it's one ring away from going to voicemail, she accepts the call.
You'll have to put some kind of lock on it for next time, now that you know you've got a horny boss with boundary issues.
"Hello. James' phone," Misato says, maintaining an absolutely professional demeanor. No one could have guessed from her tone of voice that her rear end was being absolutely stuffed right now.
She smiles wickedly over her shoulder at you and passes you your phone.
"It's for you," she says. "Don't you dare hang up."
"H-h-hello?" you stutter as Misato's ass cheeks continue to massage your hard member.
You're nowhere near as good at keeping what's happening out of your voice as your boss is.
"Hi, James," the person on the other end of the phone call says. "Is this a good time to talk?"
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