Page 62 of In Love and Revenge

It’s the video I uploaded last night.

How would that even come up on Rafael’s phone? I’m so specific about how I advertise my vlog. There’s no way one of my videos would have made its way on to the ads banner on a porn site.

Oh my God, this is mortifying. Maybe he’ll think I’m affiliated to the site or—

‘Fuck, yes,’ he rasps, eyes glued to his phone.

The urgency with which he’s stroking his dick doesn’t cease. He doesn’t break pace. He doesn’t even seem surprised, or bothered, that my video has appeared. He just keeps touching that giant, angry-looking dick of his with quickening strokes.

I need to back out slowly and pretend I was never here. I will my feet to move, but they’re glued in place like I’m standing in cement.

‘Aurora,’ he hisses.

Oh, shit.

My heart stalls, steeling itself for the wrath he’s about to deliver for me being in his personal space and spying on him, and—

‘That’s it,’ he groans, working his dick so fast there should be smoke coming off it.

His eyes are still pinned to his phone. His entire torso expands as every muscle in it swells and goes rigid.

My pulse thunders. In my chest. In my ears. My fingertips. Myclit.

He wasn’t talking to me.

He hasn’t noticed me.

His teeth clench and he slams a flattened palm down on the counter like he’s livid.

‘Aurora,’ he growls like I’m right in front of him and he’s chastising me for something I’ve done.

His lower abs flex, and his jaw goes slack.

Then cum fires from the end of his cock with force.

‘Jesus Christ.’

He grunts as it lands heavily, splattering all over my image on his phone.

‘Uh, yeah,’ he groans, fisting harder and aiming the head of his cock at his phone as though he wants to cover it in cum.

My voice chirps out happily as I say something about hemlines, and he shudders as a new wave seems to overtake him.

More glistening liquid fires over the counter and shoots across the mirror before his shoulders soften. He keeps stroking, the desperation gone and making way for a rich groan of satisfaction as he sinks his teeth into his lower lip. He squeezes up his shaft slowly, encouraging the last drops out from the end of his dick. They leave a trail from the slit on his crown to the shiny marble beneath before it breaks and he drops his head back.

He closes his eyes, dragging in a deep breath. A look of bliss settles over his face as my video continues playing in the background, filling the air with my voice.

If I stay here a second longer the chance of him catching me ...watchinghim increases.

And there’s no way in hell I want that to happen.

What I just saw I ... God, I can’t even begin to make sense of it.

My heart thuds against my ribs as I back away.

Rafael’s head is still tipped back, his eyes are still closed ... and his hand is still on his thick, semi-hard cock as I turn and flee from his office as quietly as I can.

‘Why don’t you take a break and grab a coffee?’ Gabriel suggests.