Long-Distance Heat

Chapter 1: The Tease of Absence

Amy leaned back in her sleek office chair, the hum of the corporate world buzzing around her at EDS. Her sharp brown eyes scanned the latest report, but her mind was elsewhere—on Ben. It had been three weeks since she’d seen him, three weeks since she’d felt his hands on her curves, and the ache between her thighs was becoming a damn distraction. At 30, with a body that turned heads—big tits straining against her tailored blazer, a round ass that filled out her pencil skirt just right—she wasn’t used to being denied what she wanted. And right now, she wanted Ben.

Her phone buzzed on the desk, his name flashing across the screen. A smirk curled her lips as she picked it up, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. 'Well, if it isn’t my favorite long-distance tormentor. You calling to apologize for leaving me high and dry?'

Ben’s low chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. 'Baby, if I were there, you’d be anything but dry. I’m just checking if you’re still in one piece without me.'

'Oh, I’m in one piece, alright,' Amy shot back, crossing her legs under the desk, the friction of her thighs only stoking the heat building inside her. 'But I’m surrounded by suits who think they’re hot shit. None of them have your… talent. I’m practically climbing the walls here.'

'That so?' Ben’s voice dipped, rough with promise. 'You telling me you’re sitting in that fancy office, all wet and desperate for me, while some poor bastard in a tie is trying to impress you?'

Amy laughed, sharp and wicked. 'Don’t flatter yourself, Ben. I’m not desperate. I’m just… strategically motivated. And yeah, I’m wet. So what are you gonna do about it?'

There was a pause, and she could almost see the smirk on his face through the phone. 'How about I catch the next flight out? Be there by tonight. I’ll have you bent over that desk before you can say ‘quarterly report.’'

Her breath hitched, a flush creeping up her neck as she pictured it—her skirt hiked up, his hands gripping her hips, the whole office empty except for the sound of their bodies colliding. 'Big talk for a guy who’s a hundred miles away,' she teased, her voice dripping with challenge. 'You’d better deliver, or I might just find someone closer to scratch this itch.'

'Don’t you dare,' he growled, the possessive edge in his tone making her pulse race. 'That pussy’s mine, Amy. And I’m gonna remind you of that the second I walk through your door.'

She bit her lip, her free hand brushing against the edge of her skirt as she shifted in her seat, the tension coiling tighter. 'Clock’s ticking, lover boy. I’ll be waiting—horny as hell and not in the mood for games.'

As she hung up, Amy’s smirk widened. The day couldn’t end fast enough. She knew the moment Ben arrived, it would be explosive—sweating, panting, her body dripping with need as she took control, riding him hard until they both came undone. But for now, she’d let the anticipation simmer, knowing full well she’d have him exactly where she wanted him.