Check on James.

You had already finished everything you needed to do today, so before making up your mind entirely, you decided to stop by James’s desk and see how he was feeling. The look on his face and the pile of papers on his desk gave you a pretty good idea, of course, but you asked anyway.

“Rough day, James?” You asked, plopping into a nearby seat and preparing yourself for the inevitable sob story.

Your normally-cheerful coworker let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s been a hell of an afternoon, that much is for sure. Our intern is MIA today, and one of our clients had a bit of a crisis this morning, so it’s been a bit hectic for my team, today. How are things on your side of the floor?”

Horny would have been the correct answer, but you decide against admitting it. “Fine,” You said, your mind trying to spin your friend’s misfortune into a way for you to get your hands on his dick, “Sorry you’re having a rough one. Anything I can do to help?”

He shrugged, then shook his head. “Nah. I’ve about wrapped everything up by now, it was just a bit stressful, is all.”

“Hmmm,” You hummed, rubbing your thighs together absentmindedly. Somewhere in your addiction-rattled mind, something clicked into place. “Hey, are you busy after work today?”

James shook his head. “No. To be honest, I’m just going to head home and unwind a bit.” He paused, finished typing and sending another email, then turned to you, “Wait, why do you ask?”

You smiled, then got up, “You should stop by my place on the way home,” You said, before walking away in what you hoped was a mysterious and sexy manner. You made your way back to your desk, replied to the last email of the day, and clocked out, mind racing with sexy possibilities. You were practically burning with lust and need on the drive home, and you immediately started to shed your clothing once you were within the safety of your own home. You needed cum, and you needed it now.

Glancing at the clock, you decided to give yourself five minutes. If James didn’t knock on your door in five minutes, you were going to turn on the Quick Donor Finder, hit Find, and send a message not just to the nearest man, but to every single one in range, just to be sure one would respond. You unlocked your door, reclined on your couch, and idly stroked yourself while counting down. Five minutes. Four minutes fifty-nine. Four minutes fifty-eight…