Price’s phone rings. He ignores it the first time but around the 3rd ring, he picks up out of annoyance.

The phone is quiet. There’s faint panting from Price’s line.

Laswell: “John.” She quips professionally and stern.

Price: “Laswell.” He answers slightly out of breath. There was a rumble in his voice.

Laswell: “Where are you?” She responds sternly.

Price huffs.: “Occupied.”

He looks down at you as the phone is up to his ear. His other hand covers yours. He gives you a lustful look. Tears stain your cheeks and it’s hard to breath while he’s inside you and in this current situation.

Price gives you a look saying: “Are you going to be quiet?”

You nod and he takes away his hand from his mouth and begins to talk to Laswell again.

Price: “Talk.” He says into the phone as his slowly moves his hips.