Fuck.
Heat rushes through my bloodstream, but I clench my jaw, reminding myself I’m here forher. I cross to the door and lock it, then turn to stand in front of my desk.
“You’re going to finish,” I tell her.
She sucks in a sharp breath. “What?”
God, what am I doing? I should stop this, walk out the door, but my feet are rooted to the spot. And my mouth…
My mouth says, “You’re going to finish while I watch.”
Her eyes widen in shock. I half expect her to tell me I’m crazy, but a naughty smile curls slowly along her lips. Then, keeping her eyes locked on mine, she slips her hand back into her skirt. I know the exact moment she makes contact, because her eyelids flutter, and she huffs out a breath.
Andfuck meif it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t see anything below her wrist, tucked into the waistband of her skirt, but it feels like I’m watching the filthiest porn. Heat floods me, my dick straining against my zipper as her arm moves, knowing she’s touching herself under my desk.
“That feel good, Cupcake?” I ask, voice shredded.
“So good.” She whimpers, shifting restlessly in my chair.
My fingers tingle at my sides, remembering the way she felt in that restroom, her clit so swollen and slippery under my touch. I clench my fists, trying to keep myself in check.
“You’re the first person who’s ever watched me,” she whispers. My dick leaks in my slacks at her confession, and I release a low groan.
Fucking hell.
I told myself this was for her, but I can feel my restraint slipping. I lean forward, gripping the edge of the desk.
“You enjoy being watched?” I rasp.
“Only by you.”
I press my eyes shut against the onslaught of sensations, the throbbing in my groin, the knowledge that I’m the first to see this. The heat in my chest at knowing shewantsme to see her.
And when I look at Iris again, the trust in her eyes floors me.
Suddenly, it’s not enough only seeing her arm above my desk. She wants me to watch? Then I want to see it all.
“Show me,” I say roughly. “I need to see you, Cupcake. All of you. Don’t hide.”
Her breath stutters. She shifts in the chair, pushing back from the desk and tugging her skirt up to her waist. I watch as she places one high-heeled foot on the edge of my desk, spreading herself for me. My pulse quickens at how willing she is, but when I drop my gaze between her thighs, black lace obstructs my view.
“I’ll show you mine,” she purrs, eyes shimmering, “if you show me yours.” Her gaze falls to the stubborn erection threatening my zipper, and I grit my teeth. Of all the moments for her to unleash that defiant side, this is not what I need. I’m tempted to take over and remind her who’s boss, but I won’t.
Not when I desperately want to join her.
Besides, I reason, as I slowly undo my belt, she asked. I’d only embarrass her if I said no, and I can’t let her be alone in this. She’s sharing herself, and I should too. For her.
But as I release myself from my slacks, I realize how fucking delusional I am, telling myself this is only for her. Especially when heat courses through me as Iris greedily eyes my stiff cock, when her lips part as I begin to stroke. This is weeks of pent-up longing, aching for release.
Her mouth tilts into a satisfied smile, and she wriggles out of her panties, tossing them onto my desk. They land beside my keyboard, next to the CAD prints from our meeting with David, but I couldn’t give two fucks about that right now. Not when Iris settles back in her chair, placing her heel on my desk again, spreading herself for me.
This time, there’s nowhere for her to hide. My breath hisses out between my teeth as I take in her glistening pink slit and the soft curls above it, a shade darker than her hair.
“So pretty, Cupcake.”
I want nothing more than to round my desk and lower myself between her knees, to bury my face in her pussy, but I resist. Some twisted logic in my brain says that as long as I don’t touch her, I’m not doing anything wrong. Another, far more sensible, part of me is all too aware that logic is faulty, but when Iris fastens her gaze on my cock and licks her lips, I don’t care. I need this.Shefucking needs this.
One stolen moment in my office, so things can get back to normal.
