101 EROTICA STORIES by Vallen Green Page A

company again,” Lauren suggested.
     
    “Already did while he was disgusting you with mental images of his brain oozing out of his ears and onto his blueprints,” the receptionist replied. “Still no answer.”
     
    “Keep trying,” Matthew said. “If there’s still nothing when lunch rolls around, you’re free to splurge on those fans.”
     
    And that’s how they went. Every 30 minutes, Michelle would make a call to the repair company, her frustrations growing when she still received no answer. Lauren and Matthew were too deep in their work and too annoyed with the heat to share her anger, choosing to focus on the tasks in front of them instead of expending what little energy they had left to whine about the unanswered phone calls.
     
    The only good part of the day seemed to be how their two appointments had decided to cancel, leaving them with a light load for the day.
     
    “Why don’t you go home, Chelle?” Matthew said. “We can field whatever calls come in. There’s no sense in all three of us having to sit here and suffer.”
     
    “You two don’t wanna go home?” Michelle asked.
     
    “Oh we do,” Lauren said with a low chuckle. “But we can’t be like that repair company and leave our clients hanging in case someone calls. James just offered you a reprieve. Take it and go jump into a tub of ice for me when you get home.”
     
    “You guys are awesome!” the receptionist said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. “I’ll go look for other repair companies when I get home or look into buying new air conditioning units. I’ll see you tomorrow. Please don’t die from heat stroke.”
     
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    Throughout the rest of the day, the two architects looked for ways to cool themselves down. They had tried opening the windows first, in hopes of letting a breeze in, only to realize that the heat from outside only managed to make the office even hotter. When lunch time rolled around, they decided to forego having to leave to get food or even calling for delivery, opting to eat whatever leftover food was in the small refrigerator in the office without reheating them.
     
    As the day dragged on, they had started shedding clothes – his button up shirt, her blouse, his undershirt, her tank top, his pants, her slacks – leaving him in his boxers and her in a sports bra and boy-leg panties. If anyone had walked into their office at that moment, they’re business would definitely be put into question. But Matthew and Lauren had been friends for so long that seeing each other in various states of undress, save for being completely naked, was almost completely natural to them.
     
    When stripping their clothes proved to be of little help, she got the idea of using ice cubes to run over her skin. She quickly got out of her seat and made the short walk to the makeshift kitchen, popping the tray and pulling a cube. His gaze followed her every move, curious as to what she was up to. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when she leaned against the counter, eyes closed and head cocked to one side as she dragged the ice cube down the column of her neck before dipping down into the valley of her breasts and back up the other side of her neck.
     
    “That feels so fucking good,” she moaned in pleasure.
     
    His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sound of her voice. A shot of desire going directly to his groin. It wasn’t a completely foreign feeling to him. She was an attractive girl and he was a hot-blooded male. But they were friends for the most part and later became business partners, leaving him no room to act on his wanton needs just for the sake of pleasure.
     
    “You should try this, Matty,” she called out.
     
    He bit back a groan at how his nickname fell from her lips, the breathy tone making him think of what she could sound like in a whole different reason for calling out his name.
     
    He was concentrating so hard on keeping himself in