Report: If you keep touching me like that, I'm going to miss my quarterly OKRs

Fuck, baby, that feels so good. As your lips, fingertips, the ends of your hair brush against my naked chest, the electricity that races through me reminds me that I still have four outstanding stories in my sprint. Your breath in my ear, hot and muggy, gives me the kind of pleasure I only gain from hearing that I've smashed earnings expectations.

And that's not the only thing that I'd like to smash.