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High Heels / Deep Throating

He loves that she wears them all the time. Seeing her legs in them, they drive him crazy.

He watched as she strutted across the floor, her high heels making a clicking noise as she went.

High heels - she always wore them. No matter what they were doing, she was wearing them.

They went from downright sexy to downright ridiculous; ones with cat ears on the side and she even had a pair that had mickey mouse ears on. They made him shake his head. They also made him hard.

He would go home after a day of watching her stride around in them, his cock hard and weeping inside his jeans. The second he was through the door, he would drop his jeans and boxers and furiously fist his cock, pumping until he came in a sticky mess all over his hand.

On occasion, he had to take care of his poor cock in the bathroom at work. The sound, the way her legs looked in them - all of it sent him over the edge. Luke was worried he was going to suffer some sort of blood clot in his dick the amount of time it tended to stand attention when she was around.

"Meeting, Newbie," she called, hips swaying as she headed to the meeting room, the sound of her heels echoing around his head and making his dizzy with lust.

Luke sighed and followed her in, trying not to stare at her feet in the heels, but as he moved his eyes up it just got worse. Her shapely legs looked wonderful in the black peep-toe heels she wore and they lead to a perfect ass he would love to bite and hips he wanted to hold on to as he pounded into her.

Fuck, he thought, sitting down and shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

As she talked through the case and showed pictures, Luke had enough decency to ignore her and focus on the case.

"Alright," Prentiss announced at the end of the meeting. "Wheels up in an hour."

Luke stood and as he did so, he knocked his pen to the floor.

He cursed as all he wanted to do was get out of this room and as far away from Penelope Garcia as possible.

He heard her before he saw her.

"What's crawled up your ass, Newbie?" The first thing he saw was her red painted toenails peeking out from black peep-toe heels. His eyes trailed up and he saw her smooth shins leading to pale knees - who knew knees could be sexy - which lead to creamy thighs. He wanted those thighs wrapped around his head.

His eyes met hers and he swallowed.

"Cat got your tongue, Newbie?" she teased. At the mention of tongue, he hardened.

Slowly he stood, pulling himself to his full height meaning that Garcia only came up to his chest.

He didn't answer as he walked past her and out of the room. He didn't know what would come out his mouth if he opened it; either a curse or a moan.

"Newbie!" Garcia called, forcing him to turn around and see what she wanted.

He didn't expect to see the grin on her face.

"I'll be wearing purple heels when you get back."

Luke could only stare as she sauntered past him and gently brushed up against his crotch.

Fuck.