Page 20 of In Love and Revenge

I lick my lips and narrow my eyes, homing in on a slight darkening of the fabric where her nipple is.

‘Fuck,’ I murmur, pulling my belt free and unzipping my trousers with lightning speed before my brain can register what I’m doing.

Stuffing my hand inside my boxers, I wrap it around my dick and squeeze.Hard.

‘Fuck, Beauty,’ I rasp. ‘Look at you. Goddamn look at you in that see-through little thing.’

I stroke myself with quickening jerks of my wrist, wasting no time in getting my heavy, aching balls drawing up to my body, desperate to unload.

‘And it has these adorable pearl buttons, look!’ she exclaims in a breathy voice, moving towards the camera to show them close up.

The angle elongates her neck, and I salivate like Edward fucking Cullen at the pulsing vein in her neck.

‘Jesus,’ I murmur, my body shaking. ‘Jesus ... fuuuccckkk.’

I release with a rough grunt that’s much louder than I expect it to be. Thick white ropes of cum spurt out of the end of my swollencock. I manage to yank my shirt out of the way fast enough that they splatter over my lower ribcage, saving it from getting ruined.

I keep stroking, eyes pinned on her as she moves about on the screen.

‘Perfect date night outfit,’ she says with an innocent smile.

Squeezing the final hot drops from my cock with a groan, I rake my eyes over her, drinking in every inch. ‘You can’t fool me, Beauty. We both know you’re far from innocent. And one day, I’ll have you admitting it.’

I drop my dick and grab a wad of tissues from my desk drawer to clean up the mess I swore I would never make in my office. Swiping up my cum, I curse at the fact my dick is still throbbing from the sound of her voice. I could wank over her again right now, I know I could. And it still won’t be enough.

Only one thing can cure me.

I lift my eyes to the screen, licking my lips.

‘Soon, Beauty,’ I rasp. ‘One day real soon.’

Chapter 6

Aurora

My knuckles turn white as I centre all of my strength into the sponge and scrub.

‘Come on, you bastard,’ I huff as the stain fades.

I lower my head to the gleaming white surface of the dressing-room drawers and squint at it. It’s nearly invisible. But nearly won’t be good enough for Tanya. I know she’ll notice.

I scrub again until I’m satisfied even a forensic scientist can no longer find evidence of the chocolate-coloured nail polish stain I found smeared over the glossy surface like a particularly offensive skid mark.

‘Finally.’ I straighten and swipe the back of my hand over my clammy brow, pushing the loose strands of hair from my eyes.

I grab the vacuum and whip it round, then stand back and survey the walk-in wardrobe. It’s immaculate. Every surface is gleaming. Shelf after shelf of designer shoes and bags are lined up at perfect forty-five-degree angles to showcase them. The oversized dove-grey velvet pouffe sits in the centre of the room like an inviting cloud, and the entire space smells like I’ve burnt a year’s supply of Diptyque candles.

I inhale deeply and let it out, closing my eyes for a moment and allowing calmness to wash over me.

The low hum of voices coming up the stairs has me glancing at my watch.Shit. I didn’t realise how late it was. I should have left over an hour ago. I’ll just apologise and get straight out of here. I told Charlie I’d go over to his place tonight. If I can gather up the courage, then it’s time we talk about the situationship we’ve got into.

I pause behind the door that leads into the master bedroom as the voices spill into the room.

‘Take off your suit,’ Tanya purrs.

A rich chuckle accompanies the sound of rustling clothes.

‘Patience, sweetheart. I want to take my time with you.’