I stroke my length, watching her, but she hesitates. It takes me a second to realize why. Even in this moment, she needs guidance. And I’m all too happy to give it to her.
“Touch yourself,” I rumble. “Show me what makes you feel good.”
She huffs out a breath, fingers stroking through her wetness, circling her tight little bud. Heat grips me as she spasms in my chair, eyelids fluttering again, and I give her a dirty smile.
“Good girl.”
Her gaze flies to mine, smoldering at my words. She likes the praise? She was like that at Marco’s. I remember it all too clearly. Knowing her better now, it makes sense. She needs to be told she’s doing a good job.
Because no one ever fucking tells her that.
“That’s it,” I murmur thickly. “Just like that.”
I pump my fist, watching as she grows more restless in the chair, squirming as her fingers work faster over her clit, and when her eyes return to mine, dark and bottomless, I realize it’s not only her body that’s turning me on. It’s her trust. That she’s comfortable enough to do this in front of me, to bare herself to me. Like I’ve created a sense of safety, so she can let go in all the ways she never gets to. The thought makes my dick throb in my hand, makes a warm ache knot in my chest. Makes me want to assure her again.
“You’re doing so well,” I rasp. “So fucking good, baby.”
She issues a quiet moan at my words, eyes closing as she chases her pleasure.
But I need to see. I needherto see that I’m not turning away. That I accept it all. Hell, I welcome it.
“Eyes on me, Cupcake.”
She brings her gaze back to mine, looking up at me from under hooded lids, and I stroke myself faster. She’s so fucking perfect like this. No bullshit, no hiding, no shame.
“Fuck,” I growl quietly. “I could watch you all day, Iris.” Shit, what am I saying? Using her name like that somehow feels even more intimate than her nickname.
But it also feelsright.
God, I want to be closer to her. I want to pull her into my arms and bury myself to the hilt, tofeelher pleasure as well as see it. To make her feel so fucking good she can’t think about anything else.
But I know this is all I can have.
“I could watch you all day too,” she breathes, cheeks flushed, lips parted and wet. “I wish I could taste you again.”
Fuck.
Heat rushes down my spine, and I lean over the desk, fisting my cock.
“Tell me you’re close,” I grit, ignoring her plea. I’m hanging on by a thread, and if she asks again, I’ll fucking cave. I’ll throw her onto my desk and thrust inside her until she’s screaming loud enough for the entire office to hear.
“I’m close.”
Oh,thank fuck.
She brings her other hand into the mix, reaching under the leg on my desk to pump two fingers into herself while also stroking her clit, and my balls draw up tight at the sight.
“Christ,” I choke out. “You’re killing me, Cupcake.”
She gives a throaty laugh, and it’s the best fucking sound. I’ve never heard her like this, never seen her so undone, and I file every detail away for later. For when this is all over.
“You going to come for me?” I ask, voice choppy and desperate. “I need it.”
“Yes,” she says hoarsely. “I’m… so… close…”
I lean over the CAD prints to meet her gaze head-on. “I need to see you come for me, in my office, like the good girl you are.”
She moans, fingers working faster.
