He trailed ice around my lips, down my neck, across myI think you can probably figure out the rest. His tie tickled my chin as he bent down to kiss me, his collared shirt barely unbuttoned, his slacks still on and buckled (or unbuckled, I dont really remember). My extremely short skirt was all but, well, ignored at this point, edging closer and closer to the bottom of myonce again, Im sure you can reach your own conclusions. We were on his desk, at work. At least, in my fantasy we were. Because in real life, we were on his couch and he was freezing my nipples off with the ice. So I had to tune out the baseball game and make up something much better if I didnt want him to strike out.