I’ll help you. As soon as you try on my gift.
She takes off her blue tunic, then her bra and knickers. Watching her strip is torturous as I sit behind my desk at the station, unable to do much about the chub growing against my zipper.
She slips the nightdress over her head and lets it caress her skin, falling over every curve. Her thumb runs underneath the delicate straps on her shoulder and she looks every bit the femme fatale. On the outside, I’m the good guy, but for her I’ll be the villain, breaking into her place to give her the escape she craves.
I wish I could have stayed the night with her, slept in her bed, and woke up with her in my arms like any other couple. Instead, I fled like a thief in the night, taking a piece of her with me.
Her hands smooth over the fabric at her stomach, moving down to the split at her thigh that reveals her lily tattoos. Herhand slips beneath the fabric, and she tilts her head back with a moan.
I shoot her a text.
You’re not allowed to get yourself off without me
So come on the app and join me.
Not yet
Damn it. Logging into her security camera on a work computer is one thing, but I can’t log into her adult content while I’m at work.
She removes her hand and looks around the room again, as if searching for the camera.
Do you like your gift?
It’s beautiful. Thank you.
Get in bed now and get some rest. That’s an order.
Yes, sir.
I groan inwardly, wishing I didn’t have a job to do right now so I could bury myself balls deep in my woman.
The burner phone in my hand rings, flashing up her name,nightingale. My lips curl into a smile, watching her on the security camera as she smells the second bouquet of calla lilies in the bedroom.
“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” I say in a deep voice through the handset.
Her fingers stroke the delicate flowers. “I wanted to tell you nobody’s ever bought me flowers before.”
I sit up in my chair, finding it hard to believe. “You mean none of your subscribers have bought you flowers before?”
“I meannobody.”
“Fuck.” I rub the ache in my chest. “I’d buy the whole damn florist for you if I could, just to see you smile.”
“Can I ask why you got calla lilies?”
“Do you not like them?”
“I love them, but I wondered if there was a reason you got those ones.”
I huff out a laugh. “If you know what they symbolise, you’d know that I can hardly get you white lilies now, could I?”
She giggles on the other end of the phone. “Because they symbolise virginity and purity.”
I lean back in the office chair and spin the pen on my desk. “Do you know what the calla lily means?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Let me refresh your memory. It symbolises how beautiful you are, and it’s a sign of my devotion to you.”
