He could walk in and see me.
Lips parting, I spread my legs wider, touching myself through my panties for only a second before diving underneath them andGod, I’m so wet.
It usually takes an immense amount of focus and sometimes a vibrator to get off, but that won’t be a problem tonight.
My body is aching, my clit swollen and needy as I press tight little circles against it, changing the pressure,teasing myself,as I think of how it would feel to have Tom inside me. He could bend me right over this desk, his hands gripping my ass, holding me open as he bottoms out, grinding against me before pulling out and doing it again.
My middle finger mimics the act, the sensation woefully lacking compared to how thick and perfect I’m imagining him to be, but it doesn’t matter.
I’m wound too tight, my orgasm building as I tilt my hips, finding a rhythm as I slide my finger up to circle my clit before following the same path down and thrusting inside.
It’s maddening.
Bold.
And so fucking empowering I nearly scream, pleasure exploding behind my eyes like little bursts of light. I have to bitemy lip to keep myself quiet, the heel of my palm working my clit as I try to ride out every sweet second of my release.
Chest heaving and face flushed, I feel good—great even. I feel settled for the first time since the fire.
Thank you, Tom Oakden.
Pulling my hand from my leggings, I smirk. I think I’ve done enoughworkfor tonight and after that, I definitely deserve some sleep.
11
TOM
Irealize my mistake as soon as I hear the office door open, my hand going to the towel wrapped around my waist as Kat appears like an angel, backlit by the overhead light.
Fuck.
Her eyes are glassy as she stares at me, her mouth opening and closing, her cheeks darkening as if she were blushing as her gaze sweeps over my bare chest and down to my feet, lingering a second longer on the towel before moving up again.
I need to defuse this situation and fast. Before Kat had left the kitchen, we’d come to some kind of truce.
An understanding.
And I can’t let this night go to professional hell because I was too caught up in going over all the information we have so far. Mentally adding to the list of things we need to follow up on as I moved on autopilot to the bathroom.
But Kat shouldn’t be seeing me like this.
A careless mistake.
I’d only been in there for five minutes.
Tops.
I never understood the need people had to linger under the hot spray. If I wanted to submerge myself in water, I’d find a pool and do laps.
Exert myself.
What the fuck were people doing? Counting the god damn tiles?
I’d been in and out, never considering I’d run into Kat in the hallway, and now here we are, locked in a staring contest with me in a towel.
I fucking know better.
But none of that matters. Not when Kat is looking at me like she wants to lick the drop of water sliding down my chest, her eyes dilated and her lips parted andinviting.
