It wasn't the first on her office desk, but the first in the middle of work. Her token protests soon fell away.

My tongue was truly inspired. Thrashing wildly, scattering everything, I thought she was going to break my neck when she came.

"What's the matter, babe, got a pubie?" she asked.

I pretended to fish something out from my mouth. A rose gold ring with a match-her-eyes emerald.

"Marry me?"

"Fuck, yes!"

She breaks our kiss, looking toward the door as muffled, laughing cheers echo.

"What the hell?"

That's when I noticed the fallen intercom, blinking green.

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