Abbie photocopies herself

"Did you just ...?" Jake asked, pulling back with a mischievous grin.

Abbie bit her lip, eyes sparkling. "I thought we should document our progress."

The copier spat out a page, and Jake reached around Abbie to grab it, his body pressing against hers as he did. He held up the paper, which showed a blurry image of Abbie's skirt-covered backside.

"Not bad," he said, examining the copy with exaggerated scrutiny. "But I think the resolution could be better. The subject material is excellent, though."

Abbie laughed, her cheeks flushing. "Maybe we need to adjust the settings again?"

"Or ..." Jake's fingers traced lightly along the hem of her skirt. "Maybe the fabric is interfering with image clarity. You know how these machines are—they capture different materials with varying degrees of success."

"Is that your professional assessment?" Abbie asked, her breath catching as his fingers continued their exploration.

"Absolutely. I think your skirt is lovely," Jake said, leaning in to kiss her neck, "but what's underneath might make better art. Don't you agree?"

"Yes," Abbie responded without hesitation, her body warming at his suggestion. "That makes perfect sense."

Jake's hands moved to her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on her thighs. "Would you mind if we tried that? For the sake of our troubleshooting efforts, of course."

"Of course," Abbie agreed, her voice breathy. "We should be thorough."

With Jake's encouraging hands guiding her, Abbie nudged her skirt up her thighs, bunching the fabric around her waist. She settled back onto the cool glass surface, the sensation sending a little shiver up her spine.

"For science," she whispered, reaching behind her to press the copy button again.

Jake watched, transfixed, as the machine hummed beneath her. His eyes traveled from her face down to where her black lace panties contrasted against her pale skin. When the copy emerged, he took it with reverent hands.

"Now that," he said, his voice husky, "is definitely frame-worthy."

Abbie leaned forward to look at the image -- a stark black and white capture of her curves, the delicate pattern of her underwear clearly visible. "Not bad," she admitted, feeling a thrill at seeing herself this way. "The glass is cold, though."

"You did just clean it," Jake pointed out, setting the paper aside and stepping closer between her spread knees. His hands slid up her thighs, leaving trails of heat on her skin. "So you shouldn't mind your skin coming into contact with it."

Hearing Jake mention her skin, Abbie felt a flutter rush through her body. She loved it when he talked about her like that. She knew that it excited him, and that in itself excited her.

Jake's fingers traced the edge of her panties, and Abbie's breath hitched. "I wonder," he continued thoughtfully, "if the copier can capture a clear image of what's hidden inside these pretty little panties." He looked up, meeting her eyes with a questioning gaze that was both playful and intense. "Would you like to find out?"

"Yes," Abbie answered, the word escaping her lips with an eagerness that surprised even her. Her pulse quickened as Jake's fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear.

"Are you sure?" Jake asked, his voice lower now, more serious despite the playfulness in his eyes. "This is a bit beyond standard copier troubleshooting."

"I'm very sure," Abbie said, lifting her hips slightly to help him. "I think we need to be extremely thorough in our testing methods."

Jake smiled, slowly drawing the lace down her thighs. "You're quite the dedicated professional."

The air of the copy room felt cool against her newly exposed skin as Jake removed her panties completely, tucking them into his pocket with a wink. "For safekeeping."

Abbie felt a heady mixture of vulnerability and excitement as Jake guided her back onto the glass surface. The coolness against her bare skin made her gasp.

"Comfortable?" Jake asked, his hands caressing her thighs, spreading them slightly wider.

"Surprisingly so," Abbie replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She reclined back on the copier, the cool glass against her bare skin sending a shiver of anticipation through her body.

Jake's eyes darkened as he looked at her, spread out before him on the office equipment. "You look incredible," he said, his voice rough with desire. "Should we document this phase of our... troubleshooting?"

"Yes," Abbie breathed, reaching behind to find the copy button again. "We should be thorough in our documentation."

The machine hummed to life beneath her, the sensation vibrating against her most sensitive areas. Abbie bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes never leaving Jake's as the copier captured what no office machine was ever designed to record. Jake retrieved the emerging paper, his breath catching as he examined it.

"Now that's what I call high-resolution," he murmured, showing her the stark black and white image that left nothing to the imagination.