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inside you than anyone has ever been and you love it. I slide

quickly in and out of your sopping wet slit. The closeness of

this, of us, is exhilarating and it sends you to yet another

hard orgasm. I push as far as I can and then begin swirling

my hips, massaging your clit with my hardness…

Gracie: Cum with me now. I want you to stop typing and

cum…

Breathing pretty heavily himself by now, Jordan took a

look at the door. It was locked. It always was for security

reasons. He and the big boss were the only two with a key to

the server room. He could easily slide his laptop to the

corner of the room and be hidden from view of the small

window. What closed the deal was the roll of paper towels

sitting right in front of him, left there from when he cleaned

the monitors last night, and the bottle of hand cream he

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always kept on the desk because his hands got dry in the

winter. He had never noticed it before, but his little server

room was set up fairly well for jerking off. That, not to

mention that he really wanted to cum, was all he needed to

convince himself fairly quickly to do this.

Hot Dude: I will. Now, Grace. Cum now and I will, too.

Gracie: Okay.

Jordan in his chair on wheels, his towels and his hand

cream, slid far into the corner of the room. Slipping his pants

open and his more than ready cock out of his briefs, he saw

the pre-cum glistening on the tip. Closing his eyes, he

gripped himself and thought of Grace…being inside her,

feeling her muscles grasp him as she came, hearing her cry

out his name as she writhed beneath him. That was all he

needed. He shot off like a canon and breathlessly slumped in

his chair, breathing hard.

Then he remembered that unlike all the other times he

had self-pleasured to Grace’s image, this time, she was

actually involved. He righted his pants and skidded his chair

back over to his keyboard. There he smiled as he viewed her

last message.

Gracie: Ooooooooooooooo… Cummingggggg…

He typed in his response.

Hot Dude: Me, too, sweets. Me, too. And may I say, you

were great!

Gracie: You, too. I can honestly say I have never been

made love to like that before.

That one sentence took Jordan’s breath away and left

him speechless. He could honestly say a woman had never

told him that before. Good thing Grace messaged him again

so he did not have to respond. He had no clue what to say.

Thanks
didn’t seem appropriate.

Gracie: Hey. This won’t change things between us, will

it?

Jordan frowned at that thought.

Hot Dude: Besides making everything a whole lot better,

not at all.

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Gracie: Good. Will we do what you described for real

one day? All of it?

Hot Dude: Yes, I want nothing more. Do you?

Gracie: Yes.

Jordan smiled at that and then realized it was well past

quitting time. Time really flies when you are having much

too much fun at work.

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Grace couldn’t tell her friends about what had happened with

Hot Dude. No way. Donna never even gave her boyfriends a

blowjob, no matter how serious they were. Grace could only

imagine the horror she would express over masturbating in

the office during cyber-sex with an unknown stranger.

She looked down at the lacy Valentine heart doily she

had found on her desk that morning. On top of it had been

coffee, just the way she liked it, and a hot, freshly baked

chocolate croissant. This man sure knew the way to her

heart. And judging by the way he fed her, he obviously had

no plans of trying to put her on a diet anytime soon, either.

On top of that, yesterday’s sex, or whatever you would

call what they had done, had really been incredible. He was

so loving and gentle, yet passionate at the same time. And

when he wrote to her about how he would use his

tongue…well she damn near came right then.

And yet she did not even know his name. The gifts were

wonderful, the online flirtation and sex was great, but the

mystery part was starting to suck…she giggled at how the

word suck reminded her of Hot Dude’s favorite thing to do.

But still, she wanted a name or at least something to call him

besides Hot Dude.

She would have to remedy that immediately. Clicking on

Hot Dude’s name, Grace opened a new instant messenger

conversation window for him and typed her demand.

Gracie: I want to know your name.

Hot Dude: Not yet.

Gracie: Then at least tell me your initial. I can’t call you

Hot Dude in my mind while we are having cyber sex.

Hot Dude: Hehehe. Well, since you put it so eloquently,

you can call me J for now.

J… Grace ran through the company roster in her mind.

There was John, the old dude who worked in the mailroom.

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He had been the one to deliver the envelope with the

chocolates. Eeewww. No, she refused to believe her secret

admirer worked in the mailroom. Her boss’ name was

Jeremy. Could it be her boss? He was married. Hmmm, one

reason to hide your identity. Grace was not sure how she felt

about that. At least he had a better job than mailroom guy,

but after alimony payments to his wife, the two men would

probably end up taking home the same amount of money in

the end.

The company’s computer geek that worked holed up in

that room across the hall had a J name, also. She couldn’t

remember it right at the moment but she was positive it

began with a J. Jordan maybe? But there was not much

chance he even knew she was alive. He had never even made

eye contact. He was kind of cute, if you liked the smart guy

with glasses look. Grace could like that type she supposed,

liking the bad boys had not done her much good. Maybe it

was time for a change.

Jordan also had curly dark hair just like hers. She

remembered thinking the first time she saw him that they

would have killer good-looking kids together. They would at

least have a lot of hair, anyway. The one time she had been

able to glimpse his eyes, they had looked blue. Hers were

brown, but she had nothing against blue eyes on a guy. And

he was tall. Grace herself was tall for a female, so she liked

big men. Besides, they made her look smaller in comparison.

That was always a good thing for a big girl to consider when

choosing a mate.

As if on cue, the other tall guy who worked in Grace’s

law office popped unannounced through her door. Grace

closed the IM window with Hot Dude—make that J—so

Guy would not see their conversation in case he got too

nosy. Guy was the type who thought nothing of walking up

to your desk and rifling through your mail or peering over

your shoulder to see what you were doing on the computer.

It was almost as if the guy was raised by wolves and not

taught basic social mores.

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This was getting tired, his hanging around Grace’s office

all the time recently. Besides, there was nothing Grace hated

more than a pop in visit. People should at least have the

decency to call or make an appointment first. Knocking

would be a nice thing occasionally, too. But she supposed

that was too much to ask.

“Yes, Guy. What can I do for you?” she asked, letting all

of her annoyance show.

“Nothing. Only being social. Do I have to have a reason

to come visit you?” He walked over to her bookshelf and

started fingering the photos and knickknacks among the

books. Grace hated when people touched her stuff.

“Yes, usually people do have a reason for visiting.”

She scowled as he picked up a photo of Donna. “This is

one of your friends, right? I think I saw her here once.”

Grace restrained herself from stalking over to him and

grabbing the picture frame out of his slimy big hand. “Yes.”

“Hmmm. She’s cute. You sure do have good looking

friends, between Jade and this…what’s her name?” Guy

indicated the photo again.

Grace grit her teeth. “Donna.”

Guy nodded. “Donna. Well, the three of you out together

must stop traffic. No man stands a chance around all you

females, I can tell you that.”

What was this? Had Guy actually complimented her?

What the hell was going on?

Grace had found it was always best to meet unexpected

assaults of niceness with sarcasm. “Mmm, yeah. We try not

to walk outside together during rush hour so we don’t cause

traffic accidents.”

Guy grinned broadly at her. “You are too funny. You

would be a blast to hang with. Next time you’re going out

for drinks or whatever, let me know. I’ll meet you guys. I

think it would be fun. My home number is in the company

directory. Jackson, Guy.” With his big Guy smile on his

face, he returned the photo to its proper spot and strutted out

of the office, leaving Grace gape-mouthed behind him.

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Holy shit! J for Jackson. Grace got up, slammed her

office door and grabbed at the phone so fast, she sent it

clattering to the floor. She righted it and dialed Donna as

quickly as her fingers could move.

Donna had barely said hello when Grace spurted out,

“It’s Guy. My secret admirer is Guy.”

“What? The guy you fixed Jade up with? The player

from your office that you can’t stand?” Donna sputtered.

“I know. I can’t believe it myself.” Grace shook her

head, still in shock. Who would have thought that Guy was

in fact a nice guy underneath? No wonder he wanted to keep

his identity a secret. If anyone found out he was in reality

nice, it would probably ruin his reputation. The other fool

men in the office actually looked up to him for all his idiotic

exploits.

“Tell me what happened. Did he come right up and tell

you?”

“No, I figured it out.”

“How?”

Grace explained about the initial J and how Guy had

been hanging around her office so much lately, and how he

practically asked her out today.

“So when you figured it out, you went up and told him

you knew, right?”

“No. Of course not.” Grace scowled.

“Why not?”

“Because he wants to surprise me. I should let him come

out and tell me himself or I’ll ruin it. Besides, he might stop

giving me gifts if he knew I knew. I don’t know. I will think

about it. I will enjoy knowing while letting him think he is

still fooling me. But then again, it will be nice to be out in

the open.” Grace did so love knowing things that other

people did not know she knew. She could decide whether to

tell him or not later.

“If you say so. How do you feel about this? I thought

you didn’t like this guy Guy.”

That was before Grace knew that
he
liked
her
.

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“I like him. He just always acted like a jerk around me.

Hey, wait a minute. Maybe he always was an idiot
because

he liked me.”

“Like the boys in fifth grade who would be mean to a

girl because they had a crush on her?” Donna asked.

“Exactly!”

She heard Donna sigh. “I had hoped we would be past

all that, being in our thirties and all.”

“Men never grow up. You know that,” Grace reminded.

One reason why they were still both unmarried in their

thirties.

“Mmm. You’re right. I keep forgetting and hoping…”

Grace did, too, though she would not admit it. But if you

were going to have a boyfriend with the mentality of a fifth

grader, he might as well be a drop-dead gorgeous lawyer

with a decent credit card limit so he could buy you nice

things.

“You know what? I am going to take him up on his offer

and call him tonight. He said he wanted to hang out with me,

that it would be fun.” Grace smiled. She would show him

fun. And if he made love in real life the way he did online,

he would show her a bit of fun also.

“Do you want the usual phone call even though he is

your secret admirer?” Donna asked.

“Yeah, I’ll call you when I’m on my way over. Then you

call me…hmm, I guess one hour into the date. By then I

should know if I want to stay or not,” Grace calculated.