... the actual writing when he heard Sam let out a long sigh from across the table.
"I'm bored," she said, torturedly, drawing out the last word in an exasperated tone.
Freddie only ignored her, rolling his eyes behind his screen as he clicked open a new document in his word processor. As he did, however, he felt Sam's foot creep onto his, briefly playing with his toes before sliding up his pant leg to rub against his calf.
"Sam…" he began, shaking the foot away. It returned not a moment later, however, this time rubbing against his inner thigh before settling over his crotch. Freddie felt his dick jump as Sam began to tease it through his jeans with her toes.
"Sam, stop it," he said, quickly batting her foot away with his hand. He looked over the edge of his screen to see her face scrunched up in a small pout. "If you don't want to fail this project," he said, "we have to work."
Sam pushed back from the table and got up from her chair. "But we've already been working the whole day," she said, walking over behind him. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and leaned against him. "Let's just take a little break," she said, breathing the last words right next to his ear.
The heat of her breath agai...