Chapter 1983 Making A Devil Out Of Me:>4

Before I could say anything else, I heard the static go out as she ended the call. Totally flustered, I just stood there in the parking lot, my heart racing. I felt like a complete idiot for letting her run the conversation like that. But damn, the way she talks... Although on some level I was already aware that I had a raging hard-on for most of the conversation, I was now acutely conscious of the fact that I had one at work. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and decided to take a walk around the building to try and relax. It was a useless exercise. The entire time I was thinking about Alyssa. I tried to remember how those pictures looked. I replayed our exchange over and over. The sound of her young, sexy voice... Taunting me about our close encounter... Fuck. I realized I was actually stroking myself a little in my pockets.