After the Morning After by Lisa G Riley

the feed from my lab.” She walked over to see, but as they were gone, there was nothing being shown but an empty room.
    “Here,” Sanjay said, taking her shoulders and moving her aside so he could sit down. “Let me get to work.”
    Victoria watched as his fingers flew over the keys, not pausing once. And suddenly, there they were on-screen—live and in Technicolor. Mortified to the core, she groaned and covered her eyes.
    Not so Sanjay. He eagerly watched the goings-on on the screen. He saw his celluloid self bury his head between Victoria’s silky brown thighs and then watched her wrap her legs around his neck and push into his face. “Yeah! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout,” he muttered lasciviously.
    Victoria only groaned louder and pressed her hands harder over her eyes. “Just get rid of the images, will you? I want to get out of here!”
    Sanjay’s focus was entirely elsewhere. “That’s right, baby girl,” he murmured as he watched her squirm and grind against his face. “Give it to me.”
    “Sanjay!” Victoria protested.
    She got nothing but the sound of heavy panting, and then, “Who’s your daddy, baby girl? Who… Is… Your… Daddy ?”
    Victoria punched him on the shoulder, making him jump and blink up at her. “Sanjay! Will you please focus on the job we came in here to do?”
    He blinked a few more times before his eyes came back into focus. “Yeah, all right, all right. But you have to admit that we’re hot. I shouldn’t brag, but this is on par with something you’d see in a first-rate porn movie. You might even say that it’s better than porn,” he told her.
    Was he serious ? Victoria looked at him to be sure, saw dazed eyes and a goofy smile. She sighed, silently confirming what she’d always thought: the male mind, no matter what its age, was permanently stuck on juvenile.
    Sanjay began opening and closing drawers. “Seriously, babe, we look like real professionals.”
    “Yes, well, what can you expect when we so obviously enjoyed the work?” she said with mild sarcasm. “What are you looking for?”
    “Blank DVDs, of course. I want copies of this.”
    Appalled, she gaped at him. “You’re not serious.”
    He looked at her silently for a few seconds, as if he were looking at an alien species that didn’t quite understand his language. Slowly, he said, “I’m a man. Of course I’m serious.”
    Victoria reached over and slammed the drawer shut.
    “ Ow, hey!” Sanjay objected, pulling his hand out just in time to save his fingertips.
    “You are not making copies, Sanjay. That’s disgusting.”
    “I am making copies, Vick. That’s normal.”
    Desperate, because she could see that he really meant what he said, Victoria decided to do something she’d always sworn to herself that she’d never do. Desperate times call for desperate measures, she told her conscience when it objected. “Shut up,” she commanded it in a furious whisper before leaning back against the desk where Sanjay was sitting.
    “You know, San,” she began in a low, sultry voice. “You don’t really need a copy of our little escapade, as sexy as it is.”
    On alert now, Sanjay turned his head to look at her. “I don’t?”
    Victoria chuckled low in her throat and bent to lick his lips. “Why would you,” she whispered in his ear and felt him shiver, “when you can have the real thing?”
    “I can, huh? Are you saying that you want a relationship?” he asked as he massaged her hip, his long fingers making slow oscillations.
    It was Victoria’s turn to shiver. Her fingers were in his hair, and she bent her head to find his mouth with hers. Seduced by his nearness, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, taking her time getting her fill. She answered his question between softly panting breaths. “I am saying that. Before you came tonight, I’d been thinking about getting in touch with you,” she said and, unable to stop herself, began pressing kisses to his face and neck.
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