I don’t ask him by what, I have a feeling it’s me. Because he’s been distracting me too.
It’s been mostly little things like confusing the names of my clients during a therapy session when that never happens, mixing up chemicals when cleaning. The other day, I uploaded a photo of our old family dog to the family thrift store page instead of a desk that Eden had sent me.
“Just tell me exactly what you need me to do to get your thong out,” he says, breaking the moment.
“This is lawyer Cain I’m talking to, isn’t it?”
“I’ve seen enough cases where women have ‘accidentally gotten their thongs stuck in their zippers and needed help.’ They usually turn into her accidentally giving him a blow job. ‘Accidentally.’”
I snort when I let out my laugh, which only causes Cain’s smile to grow and his eyes to soften.
“How is it possible that a woman so small can have such an obnoxious laugh?”
“Oh, shut up. It’s not obnoxious.” I shove his shoulder playfully which does nothing to move him. The guy’s built like a tank.
What is it about him? He makes me go from one minute swooning and licking my lips over his drool worthy body to laughing at his stupid sense of humor and then getting pissed off all over again.
“You think it’sthatfunny to imagine dropping to your knees and giving me a blow job right here? You’re kind of in the position for it. If I stood up, you’d be at the perfect angle. Plus, you’ve got that look on your face.”
“What look says ‘I want to give you a blow job while I sit on the toilet?’”
“The one that’s currently on your face.”
I shake my head. “No, this is my please get me out of this situation face.”
He chuckles. “All I’d have to do is stand right here.” He pretends to make a move to stand up, but I grab his hands and pull him back to his knees.
“No, stop it, you’re ridiculous,” I laugh. “I believe that you’ve seen cases where women have ‘accidentally’given blow jobs.”
“Good. Now how are we going to do this?”
“Um...” I’m still seated, my skirt around my ankles along with the caught thong. No matter how I move, he’s going to get a full view of my bare ass and pussy.
He raises a brow as if he’s reading my mind.
“Rhiannon, have you forgotten that I’ve already seen every inch of what’s under thosecleaning personnelclothes?” His hands slide onto my bare knees, giving a gentle squeeze.
Heat floods my body, the memory of the nights that we spent together hitting me like a wave. My legs part instinctively, a reflex I can’t control, until the sharp reality of the moment hits me again. I’m still sitting on the toilet. With no underwear.
Mortification rises as I catch the look on his face, his eyes sparkling with pure, unrestrained delight that he can control my body so easily.
His voice drops, full on seduction now. “You still think about it, don’t you? I bet you think about it at night when you touch yourself in your cute little blue house.”
I say nothing, knowing that if I do, I’ll give myself away. But hell yeah, I think about those nights with Cain. What other memory would I pull from when I haven’t had sex with anyone since him? He was the last time I had sex and the first time in a long, dry spell due to my demanding work schedules.
“Fuck, Rhiannon, I think about it too.” His thumb draws circles on the inside of my knee, sliding up slightly to my thighs where he squeezes.
My eyes cast downward to find Cain’s very noticeable bulge now straining against the expensive fabric of his suit pants where he’s crouched. When my eyes meet his again it’s all fire and desire.
I know it wouldn’t be hard to get off with him, and fuck, would I love to. No other man’s ever known just how to touch my body the way that Cain does. But there’s a stronger part of me that knows we’re playing with fire.
For how much longer can we continue to run into each other and do this casual thing before my feelings start getting involved? Oh wait, they already have.
Time to put an end to this.
I lean in closer, our lips nearly brushing, trying to ignore the pull of desire that’s building inside me. My voice drops to a teasing whisper before I say “Tell me, Cain, have you ever actually pooped on this toilet, or do you save all your poops for the office? Because this thing iswaytoo clean to have been used.”
That does the trick at killing the mood. His expression shifts instantly, his face pulling back in a mix of shock and disbelief as his brows furrow.
