That note was hot as well.
I want him to press me against the glass, buried deep inside my body. Closing my eyes, I try to keep my breathing calm, but instead, it comes out in heavy pants. Slipping my fingers beneath my sleep shorts, I glide them through my center, circling my clit.
I do it again, dipping two fingers inside me, curling them before I circle my clit again. I know the rhythm and pressure I need to get there fast. But I’m not sure I want it to be fast tonight.
I’ve been amped up for days.
Only a nice, long, relaxing orgasm is going to calm me down and satiate me enough to be able to fall asleep, at least for a few hours.
I’m not sure if there is any kind of orgasm I could give myself for that, though. I have a feeling the only way I’ll be able to sleep is if the sexy cowboy across the dirt road gives me one.
And that’s going to be a problem.
A big one.
Huge even.
Because not only is he my boss, he’s grumpy as hell, and I’m not sure he even likes me, let alone wants to touch any part of me, sexy note or not. I bite my bottom lip and ignore all of the doubts that swirl around inside my own head.
I focus on what that note said, imagining him doing just that. I can almost feel the cool glass against my nipples, then I imagine Harlan on that damn horse of his, and I come.
It’s not as complete as I would like it to be. I don’t feel satisfied or satiated, but maybe it’ll be enough that I can fall asleep for a few hours at least… Maybe.
Chapter Nine
LOLA-MAE
Sexual frustration isa new sensation to me. Not that I’m throwing myself out into the world like that on a regular basis, but I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want this grumpy cowboy in my life. I can’t keep Harlan out of my head. He consumes my every waking thought, every single day.
I’m only on week two, and I’m about ready to lose my mind. I don’t know how I’ll be able to continue this way. I’m either going to actually combust, or I’m going to physically assault him. Either situation is not a good one and will result in me being fired and likely going to jail.
Walking into the office, I pause at the entrance. Something is off, not in a bad way, but in a… someone-has-been-here way. Taking my phone out of my back pocket, I glance at the screen, but there are no messages, not that there would be, but maybe Harlan came in here and left me a text about something he needed?
But there’s nothing.
I even, stupidly, glance at my desk to see if there is some kind of breakfast snack waiting for me. There isn’t. Although just thinking about breakfast causes my stomach to grumble and a stab of pain.
I should have eaten a breakfast taco or something before I walked over. Shaking off the thoughts, the rumblings, I close the door behind me and continue toward my desk. I place my phone on the small charging pad and power on my computer, seeing the little sticky note from the other day still in place, which makes a smile play on my lips.
I am moving things around on my desk to get started for the day when I pause at the sight of the sticky pad. It’s moved again, and there’s another little note, with a poorly-drawn stick figure horse.
You’re my favorite daydream. And fantasy.
-Cowboy
Okay.
This can’t be explained away as someone else having left it behind. This is him. Harlan. He’s left me a note. It has to be him. Nobody else has been here that I know of. I trace the letters with my index finger. He’s my favorite daydream, too. And my only fantasy.
Reaching for my phone, I find Shandy’s name. I have to tell her what just happened and get her opinion. I know she’s going to advise me to throw caution to the wind. I just don’t know exactly how to do that, or what to do.
Shandy is the only wild person I know. And she’s someone who will give me sound advice that won’t completely embarrass every fiber of my being, something I don’t need any help with. I can embarrass myself just fine without help.
The phone only rings once before I’m met with her smiling face. “Have you slept with the sexy cowboy yet?”
“I need help,” I hiss.
I don’t know if he’s here in the house or out with his cattle. I haven’t seen him this morning, so I try not to speak too loudly. The last thing I need is for him to overhear any part of this.
