I shift in my office chair and wince when my newly bared thighs stick to the leather. The air conditioning is on, but it’s doing nothing to chill my oversensitive, warm skin. Nerves swell inside of me like roaring tides before they crash, making me consider telling him that I’ve gotten called into a meeting before hanging up.
The last time I felt this nervous, I was standing outside of a courtroom for the very first time as acting counsel. Of course, I’d been inside courtrooms more times than I could count on one hand prior to that, but I’d always been observing. The difference between watching and doing had me risking a panic attack in the hallway before I’d managed to get myself together and, with a shit ton of false bravado, proved to Rowena that I was someone she could count on. That I’d be worth the risk of taking me on so young with next to no experience under my belt.
After that, it was like riding a bike.
The only nerves I experience now come before a hearing when my clients project their fears onto me.
But Finn isn’t a client. And this is more like jumping off a cliff into unknown waters than riding a bike.
“Did you know that you make the softest little mewling noise when you’re about to come?” he asks, sounding strained.
“I do?”
He hums low in his throat. “I’ve replayed it in my mind a thousand times since I left you tucked in your bed last night. I let myself think about a lot more than that pretty noise when I got into mine and had to jerk myself off just so I could get some sleep.”
A slow rush of pleasure ripples down my body before settling between my parted thighs, doubling in size. I inhale slowly, forcing my lungs to expand.
“Did you not finish? I should have asked. That was . . . selfish,” I admit, flushing.
“I did. But it wasn’t enough when I got home and started replaying what happened. The only selfish one here is me because I didn’t want to leave you.”
“That doesn’t make you selfish.”
“No? Do you wish I’d have stayed, sweetheart?”
There’s no point in lying. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. “Yes. Even if that feels confusing and intimidating.”
“You wouldn’t have been confused when you woke up and felt me behind you, Aubrey. My arm around your waist, fingers drawing patterns around your belly button ring. And when I brought them lower, teasing the band of those expensive panties you love to spend a small fortune on, you’d wiggle against me and learn how badly I wanted you, even in sleep.”
“And that’s the truth? That you want me, even when you’re asleep?”
“I’ve never been this honest about anything. I’m so hard right now, Aubrey. And all I’ve done is think about you while hearing your voice.”
I gulp, not caring that he must have heard. “Show me.”
“Give me a second,” he murmurs.
I smoosh my phone to my ear and move in my chair again. My thighs are damp when I press them together and drag my fingers up my neck until they reach my nape, curling in the hairs there. The slight bite of pain forces my eyes closed as I wait.
“There you go.”
The buzz comes a second before I pull my phone in front of my face and open his new message. Without the call on speakerphone, I can’t hear if he says anything else. My mouth dries, and my tongue sticks to the roof of it as I stare down at the photo he sent, not knowing whether to moan or get frustrated that he’s still wearing clothes.
It’s a downward shot that shows the deep grooves in his lower stomach that disappear into the tight black fabric of his tented boxer briefs. His jeans are undone and hanging at his knees, but he’s kept his underwear on, teasing me. All I can see is that thick bulge that I felt beneath me last night.
The same one that I should have expected but was still shocked by.
The picture stays up on my screen for long enough that his voice starts rumbling out of the speakers. I press the phone back against my ear and grip the edge of my desk.
“It’s your turn, Aubrey.”
“What do you want to see?” I nearly whimper.
“Everything.”
My mouth tugs up at the corner. “That’s impossible when you’re not here.”
“Is your office door locked?”
