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determinedly looking at her computer screen, trying to act normal and smile at everyone leaving.
    “Night, Valerie,” said Camille, walking through the double doors.
    “Night,” said Valerie, her face feeling like a tight mask as the delicious feeling in her cunt grew, threatening to build to an orgasm.
    “Don’t work too late!” This was Michael, the nice, bearded guy who was the head of Design.
    Valerie could only smile back at him and clamp down her pussy muscles, doing her very best not to come until he was out the door.
    She grit her teeth together and crossed her legs, lodging it firmly against her clit in her folds. Valerie tried to breathe evenly, tried to relax, even as her eyes kept threatening to close and her hand was gripping the mouse so hard she was a little afraid it would crack.
    The vibrator stopped again.
    Goddammit! Valerie nearly shouted. She clenched her jaw tighter and looked at her computer screen again, waiting for it to come back on.
    She waited.
    A few more coworkers walked past her desk, all saying their various good nights. She nodded at them, distracted.
    As the glass door opened, it started again and her eyes drifted shut with relief, hoping that maybe this time she’d get to finish. It started on low and then built quickly to top speed, vibrating so hard Valerie felt like her teeth might be rattling, then going back down to low speed again, back and forth, the rhythm of it quickly bringing her to the edge and then back, every repetition more frustrating.
    Then it stopped, again. Without realizing what she was even doing, Valerie turned around and looked at Mr. Declan over her shoulder, her eyes wide, her face flushed. She could feel sweat making its way between her breasts and they made eye contact for a few seconds before he nodded and went back to looking at his computer screen.
    Valerie thought she might cry from frustration.
    As soon as she turned back to her computer the vibrator came on high again and stayed there, and it didn’t take more than thirty seconds before Valerie started coming, gripping the edge of her desk in her hands and grinding her teeth together as she came in full view of her coworkers, or at least the ones who hadn’t gone home yet. She tried desperately to act like nothing was going on, or like maybe she was a little surprised by an email she’d read, but what she really wanted to do was tear her shirt open and scream Mr. Declan’s name.
    Fuck me, Mr. Declan was on the tip on her tongue, but she swallowed it, opened her eyes again as the orgasm subsided. She ran her hands through her hair, trying to collect herself, and the vibrator turned off again.
    It was 5:03. Valerie shut down her computer, gathered her things, and headed for the door without looking back at Mr. Declan again. She was still wearing the panties and thought that at any moment, they might turn off, jerking all her muscles involuntarily and making her fall over in her high heels, but she made it to the glass doors and then to the elevator, limbs still shaky and face and neck still a little sweaty from the experience.
    When the elevator came, no one was on it, a little strange for 5pm in an office building.  
    As the doors were just about to shut, a hand stopped them.
    They opened to reveal Jasper Declan standing there, cool as a cucumber.
    Valerie swallowed.
    “Going home?” he asked, casually, as he entered and hit the ground floor button. The doors slid shut.
    “I am,” Valerie said, standing up straight, trying to hide the fact that her knees felt wobbly and she was sure he had the remote still in his pocket.
    “Is 5:04 too late for our arrangement?”
    He looked at her with an intensity she was coming to recognize. It took her breath away, just for a moment, every time she saw it. She tried to act confident, to keep the quaver of desire out of her voice.
    “I think 5:04 is fine.”
    Without warning, Jasper hit the bright red emergency stop button and the elevator lurched, its