“Yes, Sir.”
In his office, Ian got up and locked his door before grabbing a hand towel from the room’s attached half-bath. He sat again at his desk and released his throbbing erection. The fist-f**k he’d given himself this morning, followed by a cold shower, had done nothing to relieve the aching in his groin.
He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and, toward the back, found a tube of lubricant he hadn’t used in a long while. He wished he could have seen her face when she first saw her vibrator in the icebox. Before calling her, he told Brody to let her hidden kitchen cameras and audio bugs go dark for a while. He would love to watch the scene which was about to take place, but it would be a breach of trust without her knowledge. At least he would hear her over the phone. “Grab the K-Y
