Jasmine elbows him. “Don’t put those thoughts in his head!” Then she beams at me. “She’ll definitely say yes!”
The irony claws through me, settling into a heavy weight in my chest. Not only are her assurances wrong, they’re a week late. I’m not about to explain the breakup, the marriage, or anything about my current relationship with Euan, so I just say, “Both of you need to get back to work.”
“Don’t worry, boss, I won’t call off tomorrow,” Felix says before dipping out of my office.
Jasmine grins and gives me two thumbs up, mouthing, “Good luck” before she pulls her headphones back on.
I grimace and glance at the clock again: three-forty-two. How did that conversation only take seven minutes? The least they could do is waste enough time for me to go home now.
Slowly, my eyes move to my jacket hanging on the wall. To the bulge on the righthand side. As casually as possible, I stand up and stroll over to my jacket, grabbing the small bag I’d hastily stuffed inside the pocket this morning. It wasted a few extra minutes while I was already late, but Euan’s kiss riled me up enough that I needed some time to cool down anyway.
The plastic bag is wrapped up tight, hiding the contents. If anyone finds out I brought this to work, I’ll at least have a very strange, awkward meeting with my boss, if I’m not fired on the spot. It’s definitely a risk I shouldn’t have taken.
And yet …
I slip the bag into my pants pocket, which is deep enough that even if someone notices the new lump, they’ll probably guess it’s my wallet or phone. When I enter the main office, both Jasmine and Felix are focused on their work—or at least on their computers.
“Going down the hall,” I say.
Jasmine’s headphones are back on, so she doesn’t hear me.
Felix nods in acknowledgement, dark brows furrowed as he glares at his screen.
Thankfully, they’re both done interrogating me for the day.
I pass the closest bathroom, continuing down the hall to one of the least used bathrooms on campus. Once there, I lock myself in the furthest stall and lean against the door. This is probably a stupid idea. I don’t even know where it came from. There’s just been this simmering impatience under my skin ever since Euan kissed me this morning. Like if I have to wait one second longer than necessary to feel him fully inside, I’ll boil over and lose part of myself in the process.
I pull the bag out of my pocket and dump the contents into my other hand. A small bottle of lube and the third, largest plug roll along my palm. I stare at them for a long second.Shit, am I really doing this?
Then I picture Euan’s face—the dark, hungry look in his eyes when he found out I’d used the toy while he was gone. Remember him dropping to his knees in front of me. His deep voice murmuring:I certainly didn’t expect to come home to such a beautiful sight.How will he react once he learns I’ve already prepped myself for him, too eager to get his hands, his tongue, his cock in me to concentrate on anything else.
Fuck, I am definitely doing this.
Getting the plug in is tricky. After a little bit of shuffling in the stall, considering my options, I prop one foot on the toilet and lean against the wall to steady myself. This is one of the least sexy things I’ve ever done. When I put the first plug in, I was in the comfort of my own home, lying down on a soft bed, with the time to leisurely explore how my body reacted to the sensations.
The second time, I was distracted by Euan’s hands on me, the commands he issued and dirty suggestions he whispered.
This time, it’s just me, in a questionably private environment, with slippery lube and a butt plug that’s a little too big. I bite my lip as I carefully push the toy in deeper, feeling the way it stretches me open. It’s not the worst sensation in the world, but the toy isn’t as flexible as Euan’s fingers. Or as hot and clever as his tongue. It’s just kind ofthere.
Once the toy is fully settled inside, nudging against my prostate, I take a moment to catch my breath. The slight stirring of arousal from the physical stimulation has nothing on the overwhelming flames Euan lit yesterday. My dick isn’t exactly uninterested, but it’s not awake enough to cause trouble.
I quickly pull my underwear and pants back on, checking that there’s no obvious bulge or stain. Then I open the stall door and take a few steps, testing how everything feels. The discomfort kind of overshadows the physical stimulation. I walk in a slow circle, checking that it’s only discomfort and not actual pain, before stopping at the sink to wash my hands.
As soon as the water turns on, the door opens. I stare intently down at my soapy hands.
“Oh, hey, Alex.”
My shoulders tense at the now familiar voice.You’ve got to be kidding me.“Hi, Nick,” I reply, refusing to look up.If he’d come in just a minute earlier …
“Did you get my email?”
What email?I’ve answered so many today that I don’t immediately remember what he’s talking about.
“With the club paperwork?”
The water turns off on its own, deciding that I’m done. Sighing, I glance at the hand drier on the other side of the room. It takes all my concentration to keep my back straight and my legs steady as I walk over to it. Each step makes the toy shift a little. Uneasiness settles in my stomach. Nick is also a queer man, can he tell something is off?Hashe ever—
Nope, cutting the thought off right there. I don’t need to be speculating about my coworker-slash-husband’s-ex-boyfriend’s sex life.
