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The dim light of my living room cast a warm glow over my workspace as I sat with my laptop, a glass of white wine within reach. It was late, and the city outside my window was already cloaked in darkness. I sighed, finishing up the last of my emails to send to Javier. The Weeknd's album 'My Dear Melancoly,' played softly in the background, the seductive beats and haunting lyrics always giving me chills. There was something about his music that stirred emotions and fantasies deep within me, particularly this album. It was intense, raw, and it always made my mind wander to the sexiest scenarios possible.

I hit send on the last email, closing my laptop with a sense of accomplishment. Leaning back on the couch, I took a sip of wine and closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me. The sultry voice of The Weeknd filled the room, and I felt a familiar warmth spread through my body. My thoughts drifted, my hand slowly trailing down my abdomen, slipping under the waistband of my pants.

Just as I was starting to lose myself in the moment, my phone rang, jolting me back to reality. I glanced at the screen, seeing Javier's name flash with a video call. Irritation flared up inside me. What could he possibly want at this hour? I hung up, but the phone rang again almost immediately. I declined the call once more, only for him to call yet again. Frustrated, I finally accepted the call, and his face appeared on the screen.

"What do you want, Javier?" I snapped, trying to keep my annoyance in check.

Javier's image was grainy, but I could see he was at home, shirtless. His face and shoulders were visible on the screen, and I couldn't help but notice the way his skin glowed under the soft lighting of his room.

"Madison," he said, his voice smooth and warm, "I just saw the email you sent."

My anger from the morning, already simmering, surged back. And now, having my private moment interrupted, I was even more annoyed. "Did you have to call me for that, Peña? And for God's sake, tell me you didn't just finish having sex with that girl and decided to call me."

Javier's smile faded, and for a moment, he looked genuinely taken aback. "Oh shit I forgot about that," he muttered, almost to himself. Then he seemed to snap back to the present. "No, Madison. That's not why I called."

"Then why did you call?" I asked, still irritated, trying to ignore the way my body reacted to seeing him like this, even through a screen.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wanted to know why were you working at this time. You need to take a break. It's late."

"Javier, it's my job. Also I was into other things now and I don't appreciate being interrupted," I shot back, my tone harsher than I intended. I was still annoyed from earlier, and his call only compounded my frustration.

"Interrupted? What were you doing?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"None of your business," I replied quickly, feeling a blush creep up my neck. I could tell he was about to press the issue, but I needed to steer the conversation away from my personal life.

He turned his head away from me, letting me see his scarred neck, and I unconsciously bit my lower lip. When his gaze returned to the camera, seeing me, a mischievous smile came across his face.

He took a puff of the cigarette with his gaze fixed on the camera, then put the cigarette back down. "So you're not going to tell me what I interrupted?," he insisted again.

My hand had returned under my pants, and my fingers began to move slowly, just rubbing. "I don't know what that question has to do with work," I replied. "You said it yourself this morning, it's my personal life, it has nothing to do with work."

"I see..."

He licked his lips in amusement. Something was wrong with me today, I found any simple gesture exciting. "What's wrong Javier? Since you don't have a date, now you want to have fun with the next one on your list?"

My fingers began to slowly caress my clitoris. "Who says that? At no time did I say anything about having fun," he raised an eyebrow. "What do you think would amuse me?"

I arranged some cushions to my left so I could turn around and lie down to be more comfortable. "Everyone has their own tastes, and I don't think we have the same tastes."

He cocked his head to the side and brought his hand to his lips. "Maybe we do have the same tastes," he winked and lowered his hand, I don't know where as it disappeared from the picture. "It sucks that you're not here so I can show you my way of having fun."

My fingers delved into me, moving slowly to the rhythm of the music. "I don't need to see it, you can explain it to me," I said so low it was almost a whisper.

"I would love to have a beautiful woman next to me right now," he began, and I could sense that he already knew what I was doing. "So I could kiss all over her skin, while I undress her with my hands."

My heartbeat was increasing noticing the pleasure in my body. "Go on."

"To leave a path of kisses going down her entire torso, and caress her breasts listening to her moans," he said and I couldn't help but let out a moan. "Then, between her legs, play with my tongue on her clit, while my fingers go deep inside her."

My fingers were pretending to be his as he spoke. "Fuck," I closed my eyes so I could imagine it all better.

"I'd be listening to her moans as my tongue played with her, increasing the speed of my fingers," I couldn't open my eyes, I didn't know where my camera would be pointing either. "With my other hand I would caress her breasts, focusing on her nipples I left the phone on the table to bring one hand to my breasts."

I could feel the ecstasy creeping into my body. His deep, raspy voice gave me chills, the way he was narrating was awakening every sense inside me.

"Don't stop talking Javi," I blurted out in a moan.

I listened to his laughter. "Come for me baby, I know you're about to," he said in a whisper. "I would love to be there with you to satisfy you, to kiss you, to make you mine," he continued. "To caress all your skin while I ride you, to caress your clit, fast, faster, non-stop, so I can feel you come for me from one moment to the next."

"Fuck," I moaned feeling my whole body explode with pleasure.

I had never done anything like this before, and it definitely felt great. It's very different from doing it alone.

I know the conversation I'd had this morning with Javier, but when I'd gotten home this afternoon, my body was in need of pleasure, and it's been too long since I'd had sex, and the last time was with Javi, and it wasn't a memory I enjoyed, I'd rather erase it.

But today, of course, if Javier had come to my house, I wouldn't have thought twice about it.

"Have a good night mi amor (my love), I hope you rest well," his voice brought me back to reality, and before I could move, he cut the call.

We are supposed to have a meeting tomorrow at my offices with my boss, my team and his team, and he will be there. I'm not going to be able to look him in the face.

I'm not saying I regret this, because I don't, but it's going to be awkward, at least for me, I know he'll be smiling as usual.

[To be continued...]