She ran her fingers across her breasts, enjoying the contrast of her soft flesh and firm nipples that pebbled under her touch. Her sister was several sizes smaller than her, so this dress was tight in all the right places. She wasn’t without body image issues, but overall, she loved the way she looked. Her curves, the olive-colored skin that conveyed her heritage, even the ample curve of her behind. For years society had been telling her that she should lose at least ten pounds, but she learned from her sister that meeting those expectations came at a high cost and few of the rewards it promised. So she took her ten extra pounds and enjoyed them.
She slipped her finger under her dress’s thin shoulder strap. The lingering warmth of alcohol and unsated lust made her bold. With zero shame, she let the strap fall off her shoulder, so the neckline lowered, exposing her areola. Her over-sensitized skin ached with need. She’d hadenough of suffering. If Joel wouldn’t give her what she wanted, she’d give it to herself.
Flicking on the vibrator, she rolled her nipple through the fabric of her dress with her left hand, while slipping the vibrator under the hem with her right. When the humming silicone met her wet flesh, she inhaled sharply. God, it felt so good to be touched, even by her own hand.
She was so wired she knew she wouldn’t last long, especially as she took in the sight of herself. Masturbating in front of a mirror when you looked like a goddess was sexy as fuck. Ten out of ten recommended.
“Ahh!” Her moan rang long and loudly through the empty room. Her pulsing need built to a fever pitch, electric waves of pleasure coursing down her legs. She wished it was Joel touching her, pinching her nipples just short of discomfort like he’d used to do, bringing her to the edge of agony but never quite over it.
Closing her eyes, she imagined it was his body giving her pleasure, his demanding, dominant sex-god persona taking over both of them in the bedroom. Oh, the bliss he’d shown her. The heights he’d taken her too. What she wouldn’t give to have him doing that to her now. Who cared if she was mad at him? She still wanted him to fuck her into oblivion.
As her breath caught in the telltale mark of her crescendo rising to its peak, a thump on the door broke her concentration.
“Lucy!” The voice on the other side was gruff and strained. “Dammit. I know what you’re fucking doing. I can hear you.”
With a wicked smile curling her lips, she pressed the vibrator deeper between her legs, her inner demon comingout to play. Maybe he wasn’t so honorable, and she wasn’t the good girl everyone wanted her to be.
Pouting, she watched herself in the mirror. “Go away, Joel,” she whined. “I’m not in the mood to play games, not when I’m this close.”
Another hard thump hit the door, a single fist banging the frame. Or maybe it was his head. Who knew?
“Dammit, Lucy. What are you doing to me?”
Tasting victory in his defeat, she couldn’t help but smile. “Come in and find out. No one is stopping you.”
Silence. She knew he was running every possible scenario through his head. The pros and cons of each. What he should do, what he wanted to do, and what he was going to do. The consequences of everything. That was how Joel’s mind worked. Nothing he did was without endless reasoning. Which was why it hurt so much when he’d left, because for whatever reason, he’d considered being away from her the best course of action.
The silence stretched so long, and the throb between her legs increased with every passing beat. God, she was close. But she needed more.
Open the door and come to me, she silently begged. She couldn’t hold off much longer, and she whimpered loudly as the ache grew.
The door flew open. Her gaze snapped to his, and if she could have freeze-framed the look on his face as he took her in, she would have. The tick in his tight jaw, the burn in his eyes, the heat she could almost see radiating off his body. What a picture he made. His powerful body tensed with need.
His chest expanded as he inhaled deeply. “Did you think I was going to chill on the couch and scroll Netflix to the sounds of you fucking yourself in the bedroom?”
When she smiled, his frown deepened.
“You did this on purpose.”
“I didn’t do anything on purpose except try to take the edge off of this…lingering energy I have. If my husband can’t satisfy my needs, what else am I supposed to do?”
He stalked over to her, his long legs easily eating the distance, and even though she could never fear him, a thrill shivered through her. His intensity filled the room. His fists clenched at his sides, his silver gaze fixed and determined. He was hungry, after all.
He stopped behind her, his body close enough that his heat surrounded her, but not so close that they were touching. The vibrator continued to make a low buzzing sound. She met his gaze in the mirror. After a moment of scrutiny, he shoved his hands in his pockets and cocked his head to the side, calculating. The boss was back in control.
What was he going to do? His casual perusal of her body, like she was a piece of artwork that he was considering investing in, was turning her on to a breaking point.
When his gaze had ravished her body multiple times over, he met her eyes in the reflection. “Take the other strap off.”
She remembered that tone from years ago when they’d been together this way. The gears had shifted, and Joel was in control now, but the satisfaction was all hers.
Slowly, like a languid lioness, she trailed her finger up her arm, enjoying the tickle as she took her time making her way to the strap. When she got there, she kept her eyes fixed on his, as she dragged the thin ribbon down her shoulder. It fell to her elbow, pulling the material down with it. Her breasts were decent-sized, big and swollen enough to keep the material from falling all the way down. She was exposed, but not naked, her nipplespeeking out of the thin fabric, desperate to make an appearance.
“Touch them. They’re aching for it. I can see it from here.”
That was absolutely accurate. They were aching, but not for her touch.
“You touch them,” she whispered, her voice so thick and raspy she wasn’t sure he’d understand her.
