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The conference call continues, but he's no longer listening. His hand is busy, pumping his shaft, feeling the vein pulse beneath his touch. He imagines the woman on the other end, her voice husky, her body bare, writhing under his touch. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, and with a final, low groan, he spills onto the desk, leaving a trail of glistening evidence of his impromptu, solo board meeting.