Danny sat with the ear buds from his iPod stuck in his ears. The sounds of Breaking Benjamin, Seether, and a new indie band he heard on a radio interview Ceesau, breaking the mundaneness of paperwork. Usually he would be talking to Lindsay about the cases they had that day, or what they were going to do after shift. Who was cooking or where they would eat that night. But she was in Montana visiting her parents, telling them in person that they were getting married.
The first thing he felt were hands running down his chest from behind, then he smelt her perfume, starling him. He groaned, expecting her hands to stop on his abdomen, but they didn't. They ran all the way down past bellybutton, past his hip line and further south, shocking and thrilling him all at the same time. Her hands and fingers finally came to rest on his now throbbing cock and balls. He hissed when her strong delicate fingers and hands began stroking him throw his jeans.
"Yep, time to go home," he grunted softly, resisting the urge to buck up into her hand.
He spun around in his chair, and looked his beautiful fiancée in the face, stood up and took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, "I missed you baby."
She reached her hand between them, stroking him again, "I can tell," she whispered to him.
Taking his hand she pulled it down between them, letting his fingers brush against her center, and damn it if he didn't about nut himself from the contact. She was so wet he could feel it through her slacks.
"I missed you too," she purred, "Now I really think it's time to go home."
He couldn't agree more.