She lazily opens her eyes. Yup, he’s on the phone again. She swears that phone gets more lip service than she does these days. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes and rolls over. 14 February. Valentine’s Day.

She can just imagine the office being done up in red and pink. Ugh. There’s just one thing she’s in the mood for, and it’s not just because it’s the day of luuuurve.

He’s still on the phone. She closes her eyes again and slips her hands under the covers, towards the hot, web throbbing between her thighs. She lets out an involuntary sigh, slides onto her stomach and gets lost in the gush of hormones through her veins. Her fingers skillfully glide over her pleasure points. Suddenly she’s aware that he’s in the room with her. She turns over and kicks the covers off. The phone drops to the bed with a soft thud.

Seems like Valentine’s might be filled with fireworks after all. She playfully pulls the elastic of her panties and invites him closer.