He sat there watching her chew up her pencil. He doubted she even knew that her nervous habit of leaving bite marks in the sides of the writing instrument turned him on so much. He would often fantasize about her leaving nipping bites around his body as they made love.

She would be playful and he would be attentive, and when they finally came (together and at the same time) it would make her forget that there were any other men in the world.

But the groan he let out in the meeting while lost in his fantasy had everyone coming to check to see if he was ill. Everyone except Violet, who sat there with eyes wide and that pencil gripped between her teeth.