My mouth may not be making a sound but I was certainly making noise. The wet sounds of my arousal fill the room. I’m too far gone to think about any repercussions of this terribly, fantastic decision.
Each thrust of his hips is rough, our reflection in the mirror is obscene. It’s dirty. Erotic. It’s like beingconsumed by a rogue ocean wave, tumbling through the water, gasping for breath and not knowing when you will meet the surface again. Terrifying and exhilarating. And possibly the most free I’ve ever felt.
My climax washes over me quickly and surprises me. “That’s my girl, you like that people might hear you fucking your husband, don’t you?”
I’m not sure even he knows what he’s saying at this point as he loses himself in the moment. The most erotic part about this entire thing isn’t fucking in public, or the filth that spills from his mouth, it’s the way euphoria seems to take over his perfect features. And the fact that I’m the one responsible for it.
Nolan chases his own climax, spilling into me, and stifling his own sounds of pleasure with his fist between his teeth.
It’s quiet as he pulls me upright. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I’ve downed four shots and then tried to stand up. My knees shake, my head is hazy and heavy, but I am so blissfully happy that I almost forget where we are.
Nolan lets go of the gown, letting it fall to the floor and works the straps over my shoulders before looking at me through the mirror. “This one is very beautiful.” His tone, full of warmth, like stepping out into the summer heat.Blistering and comforting as it envelopes you, promising better days.
“Should I get it?”
“Only if it’s the oneyouwant, Harper.”
I duck my head. “But I want you to like it too,” I whisper.
His arms snake around my waist, pulling me in closer and resting his chin in the soft dip between my shoulder and neck. Tiny pricks of his beard in my skin cause me to shudder with a laugh.
He squeezes me tighter. “I like you no matter what you have on.”
Our eyes catch in the mirror, we’re so different. At first glance, we’re pieces belonging to two different puzzles. Nolan’s six inches taller than me, and even fully clothed, you'd still know he doesn’t have an ounce of fat on his body. Whereas my body completely conceals his as I stand in front of him. My hips wider than I’d like, and my chest always the biggest in the room. Our hair is similar but his is streaked with grey. His blue eyes are like rouge glaciers that were never meant to meet the vast mountains of my own dull brown eyes. We don’t look like we belong, but as I study us, there’s nothing that has ever seemed more right or morenatural.
Even in this clandestine fitting room, with his cum slowly dripping down my thighs, my soul lights up.
I don’t want this to ever end. If only I could keep him.
February 9
“He has a meetingin fifteen minutes, Harper, you can come back,” Sadie’s borrowed tone of authority snaps. I stop mid step in front of Nolan’s office, turn and look at her, wondering what sort of Twilight Zone I stepped into. Since when did Sadie care if anyone was in his officeprior to a meeting? When did Sadie start remembering Nolan even had meetings?
“I think it will be just fine, I only need his signature on some expense reports.”
Sadie’s eyes narrow in a one sided challenge. “You can just give the papers to me and I’ll have him sign them after.” She sticks her hand out without bothering to stand up from her desk. Perfect french manicured fingers wiggle mid air as if I’m going to walk over and hand them off to her. I’ve definitely stepped into an alternate universe.
I bite back a laugh at the audacity. “No, thanks.”
My hand curls around the door knob when she speaks back up. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing,” she boasts.
My body freezes, ice trickling from the top of my head and cascading down my body.
Sadie is dim at best, but mostly, she’s just a nuisance. Malicious was new and unsettling.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Sadie and I aren’t friends, I would barely call her an acquaintance. She’s Nolan’s secretary of the month, and they’re switched out so often sometimes I don’t even bother learning their names, but I have nothing against Sadie.
There’s no reason for the sudden frigidness filling the room.
And I know she doesn’t know about Nolan and I. Nobody does, we’ve kept it that way on purpose.
I pivot to face her. “Did I do something?”
“If you think you can just change up your outfits, play up your make up a bit more and think he’ll notice you, you're wrong.”
Nervous laughter bubbles in my throat. “I’m sorry, but now I’m really confused.”
“Not like he would look twice at you anyway.”
