Sylvan suggested we head out to the country. To the place where we used to meet in secret before we became proper lovers. Of course, there was no way, me too busy with my job to travel very far and Sylvan writing his book. He has big ideas about what he can achieve in the small time we have together so I mention somewhere closer to home so we don’t spend the whole time travelling.

“OK,” he said. “But I want it to be like when we first met.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to finger you like we’re teenagers again.”

And those words had me wet before I could even reply. I stuttered over the phone.

“Yes.” I coughed and looked round to the others in my office as if they’d be able to hear what he was saying. “That sounds good.”

He could clearly hear the tremble in my voice and began to tease me.

“What sounds good?”

He knew I had a thing for voyeurism and saying something like this in earshot of my colleagues, he knew it would be turning me on.

“Penelope, answer me.”

I cleared my throat and whispered, “What you just said,” knowing he would not accept it as a true response.

“Penelope… I’m waiting.”

“I want you to…”

“Want me to what?”

Another quick glance around the office and I shifted in my seat to ease my growing lust.

“Finger me.”

“Oh really?” he said wickedly. “I bet everyone heard that, didn’t they? I bet they can all see your bright red cheeks and smell the delicious arousal coming from your wet cunt.”

Fuck. Fuck, he had me now.

“Possibly.” I scanned the room again, probably looking shiftier than a street flasher. He was loving this. He would be hard too. I could tell by the cadence of his voice, slightly gruffer than usual and straining as if he’d…