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again. Slower this time, showing her the full extent of his cock and how aroused he was. Would she stay and enjoy the show? He hoped it excited her as much as it did him.
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    He cupped his balls in his left palm and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. With his right hand, he played roughly with the crown of his cock, enjoying the pleasure that bordered on pain, turned on by the thought of Thea watching him touch himself.
    Would she be wet for him now? Her panties soaked with cream, her clit swelling and begging for his mouth?
    By Thor, he wanted to go to her office, spread her legs wide and shove himself inside her in one strong mighty thrust. He knew she’d take him like that. Hard and fast without mercy. Her body so wet for him that he’d slide inside and fill her until she climaxed again and again. He started to pant and stare up at her window, willing her to see his desire, to know that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

    Oh. My. God.
    Thea took another surreptitious peep out of the hall window. She hadn’t been mistaken. It was Sven sitting in the garden. And he wasn’t just sitting. He was…playing with himself. She licked her lips as her panties were swamped with moisture. His cock was everything she had imagined. Wide enough to make her wonder if he’d fit and long enough to make her desperate for a chance to try him on for size. Did he know she could see him? Did he realize that other people might be able to see him as well?
    His fist moved fast, his movements rough as he worked his swollen cock. He kept his attention on her window, as if he wanted her to see all of him, to know that all she had to do was ask and that raw rough masculinity could be hers. She felt her face heat up and her body react. If he came to her now, she’d let him take her on her desk, she knew it.
    A sound behind her made her jump. Dammit, she was at work! She couldn’t behave like this in front of her colleagues. She’d made a fool of herself with Mark and she couldn’t make that mistake again. She forced herself to pause and consider the consequences. If someone complained, Sven could face charges of indecent exposure.
    Rather than yelling out of the window and attracting attention, perhaps it would be best if she went down and told him to cover himself up. She grabbed her jacket and headed for the stairs.

    His wristband beeped a five minute warning and Sven increased the tempo of his fingers. He had to finish now and get to the meeting with Matt. Seeing Thea, the object of his fantasies, had raised his level of excitement beyond his ability to simply stop. He groaned as his cum spurted through his fingers and searched for a handkerchief in his pocket. Not much time to set himself to rights and get to the meeting room. He grimaced as the tender flesh of his shaft rubbed against the now wet leather.
    When he reached the meeting room, he paused to smooth down his hair and check he was presentable. With a calm smile, he opened the door and found Matt already waiting for him.
    “Morning, Magnusson. How’s it hanging?”
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    Sven immediately fought an urge to clutch at his groin. Was something amiss?
    He nodded. “It is hanging well, thank you. How is yours hanging?”
    Matt grinned. “None of your business.”
    Sven tried not to let his confusion show as he took a chair and sat at the table. He frowned at Matt. “Did I misspeak?”
    “Not really. It’s my fault actually. I forget you don’t use the same expressions on Valhalla as we do on Earth.”
    “Ah, so when you asked me how ‘it’ was hanging, it was a rhetorical question.”
    “Well, I just meant how you were doing. These days, that qualifies as a rhetorical question. Nobody really want to know, right?”
    “Why not?” Sven rested his hands on the table in front of him. He still wasn’t sure if he trusted Matt Logan. The man smiled too much and seemed much too close to Thea.
    “Why don’t your citizens care about each