Today is a day full of lessons.
I glare down at his hand as if I can make him release me just with the will of my mind. I stop breathing, frozen as I watch his hand finally release its hold on me, only to slide roughly down my thigh. Goosebumps break out all over my body, but I’m not cold, not even close. Right now, I feel like I might combust.
I’m forced to take a breath when he reaches the hem of my dress, and instead of continuing down to my knee the way I expected, he grips the soft material and hikes it back up toward my hip.
My eyes dart from my leg to the monitor, but nobody seems to notice anything is happening; they don’t pay me even the slightest bit of attention.
The tiny box with our camera in the top-right corner of the screen shows me from the shoulders up, which means it shows a little more of Nathan, but not enough for anyone to notice.
Why does that excite me and terrify me equally?
“Breathe.” His voice is quiet, hardly more than a breath itself, but the command is still there, and I suck in a breath as his fingers inch up my thigh, brushing against the red lace panties that Alex picked out.
He looks down at me, and he doesn’t say it, but I see the ‘good girl’ in his eyes, and now my breathing is almost too fast as need hits me like a truck.
This is a bad idea, terrible really, and we could easily get caught; he’s in a business meeting on camera, for crying out loud.
So why am I so damn wet?
And why don’t I try to stop him?
His eyes are still on the screen, and even as I look up at him, I’d never guess he’s doing anything else, especially not something like pulling my panties to the side, dragging one of his thick fingers up through my folds to rub at my clit.
I almost choke on my tongue, quickly turning my attention away from him to focus on the desk. There’s no chance I won’t be red, but looking at him will only make it worse. Instead, I find a fancy pen to zero in on and try to keep myself from looking suspicious.
Which sounds a lot easier than it is as he teases my pussy like he’s got a goddamn map to it.
I feel his hard length beneath me, and I’m not sure if I’m trying to get even or share the love, but I press back and ‘adjust.’
His only reaction is the way his fingers dig into my hip on the hand that still holds me in place, but that’s enough for me.
Between the way his fingers still rub at my clit and his reaction, I’m high on the feeling of him, which is what I blamefor not realizing what he was doing until it’s too late and he’s got not one but two of his sinfully thick fingers buried knuckle-deep inside of me.
I lash out, my hands looking for something, landing on his leg and arm, my nails digging in as I attempt to keep myself in check.
Every instinct I have says to give in to him, give him control, and while that sounds wonderful, if I let my eyes droop the way they want to, my head back onto his chest, and the moan pass through my lips… There will be no doubt of what’s happening here, and I’d probably die of embarrassment.
I can’t imagine Nathan would like them to know. No, I need to get it together, mainly because judging by the quirk of his lips, he’s far from finished with me.
He gives me maybe thirty seconds before he’s moving, pumping his fingers inside of me, curling them up to hit that one spot that he knows makes me see stars, and I’m a goner.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s him, or the fact that we might get caught any second, or because he wound me up so high first, but I come so hard my vision blacks out, and the only thing that keeps me upright is Nathan’s strong arm wrapping around my center.
It takes me longer than it should to get myself back under control, longer than it took him to make me fall apart, but eventually I’m pretty confident that if I stand, I won’t end up right back on my ass.
Hopefully.
I release my death grip on his slacks, which now have a permanent crease in them, and his wrist that is marked with the crescent moon indents of my nails. I tap a finger on the top of his hand to get his attention.
He looks down at me as I look up at him, his pupils wide and jaw clenched, and I swear I can see his tight hold on his control,the little that’s left, that is. We hold each other's gaze for a moment, and I feel his cock throb beneath me.
After what feels like forever, he pulls his arm away and allows me to press to my feet.
I quickly scurry up and out of view before fixing my dress so that I don’t look a mess when I go out into the hall.
His eyes bore into me. I feel them roam over me like a lover’s caress. I look up, and our gaze meets for a moment before movement pulls my attention lower, to his hand that rests on his clothed erection.
Oh, good God.
