Carnal Harvest
Tonight was the night.
Gordon felt an electric tingle in his chest and belly. His c**k had been awake since morning, rising and twitching like a hungry fish every time he thought of Judy McLarren. He’d sped to work that morning, cursing the Friday-morning traffic, and had attacked the pile of writs and briefs in his office with savage disdain until, at last, he’d shoveled the papery snowfall away like a good little junior partner and could leave the office early without raising too many eyebrows.
He’d been rock-hard when he stalked out of the office, and it had given him an extra measure of pleasure that the old dried-up clockwatching prune of a secretary on the first floor had noticed his condition, her eyes widening. When he’d smiled and winked at her, she’d blanched, h
