the women’s bathroom. Fear ricochets through my body, only heightening the throb of my arousal. I have to be super quiet in there. I can’t get caught. It would be far too mortifying for me to keep working here if I were. I’d never live it down.
And I don’t want to displease him. Not when Dane just leaped off the cliff with me, opening himself up in a big, risky way. Somehow, this action shifts the dynamic between us. It’s not just my words anymore, my fantasies, but ours .
An intimate connection being forged.
I manage to get the bathroom door open and slip across the smooth white tile to the stall at the end. Shit, someone’s in there. I could go in another stall, but he told me to use that one. So I turn toward the mirror and pretend to fluff my hair, check my teeth, run the tap to smooth cold water over my burning cheeks.
The stall opens, and Carrie, the head bookkeeper, comes out, dressed head to toe in severe black, hair pulled back in a tight bun.
“Hello, Emme,” she says in her usual throaty tone as she heads to the faucet beside me.
I give her a small nod and keep running water. My stomach is eating itself alive. I just want her to leave the bathroom right now, but she’s taking so damn long to wash her hands then dry them off with about five hundred paper towels.
Finally she exits, leaving me alone in the bathroom. I take a deep draw of air to steady my nerves, go into the last stall, and close and lock the door.
Despite my efforts, my breath is coming out in small pants, so I lean against the cool wall and close my eyes. Draw air into my lungs slowly, exhale slowly. If I’m going to do this, I need to get myself in the right zone.
Dane’s face pops in front of my mind. Instantly my body erupts in tingles, and my muscles loosen. I rub my fingers over one hardened nipple, then the other one. I pretend it’s his hands stroking me, and my pelvis gives an almost painful throb in response to the idea.
My breathing quickens. I hike my slim black skirt up to my hips, push my damp panties to the side, and slip a finger over my clit, which is already wet from my juices. He wants to know I fingered myself. I squeeze my breast with the other hand and stroke my nub harder.
God, I want him so badly right now. I wish he’d come in here and rip my clothes off. I want his mouth on me, licking me, making my lower lips swell even more. I feel the orgasm starting to build.
I open the top buttons on my shirt and shove it aside, plus one cup of my bra, so my left breast is bared. I pinch the nipple hard, which sends a zing of pleasure-pain through straight to my clit.
Oh, God. A small gasp flies out of my mouth before I can stop it. My head drops back against the wall as my arousal builds. My fingers fly up and down my slit, faster, faster…
The bathroom door opens, and I hear footsteps come in, move toward the sink. I bite my lower lip and keep masturbating. I can’t stop right now, not for anything in the world. I need to finish this, for Dane.
My hand is covered with my come, and my exposed thighs are shaking. I’m so close, so close…
The water faucet turns on, and I hear sounds. I take the hand from my breast and slap it across my mouth, muffling the moans that threaten to spill.
My brain draws up a visual of Dane shoving the door open, dropping to his knees in front of me, and sucking hard on my clit. His other hand shoving into my pussy and him commanding me to come all over his tongue. And that does it.
I fly over the edge, my whole body jerking as I explode into a million pieces. My head is dizzy from me unknowingly holding my breath for so long. In the background, I vaguely hear the faucet turn off and the door open and close again.
When I’m alone once more, I remove my hand from my mouth and the other from my panties. I sag against the wall, suddenly boneless, unable to move or barely even think. Holy crap, that was intense. I can’t believe I did that.
I can’t believe I did that
And I don’t want to displease him. Not when Dane just leaped off the cliff with me, opening himself up in a big, risky way. Somehow, this action shifts the dynamic between us. It’s not just my words anymore, my fantasies, but ours .
An intimate connection being forged.
I manage to get the bathroom door open and slip across the smooth white tile to the stall at the end. Shit, someone’s in there. I could go in another stall, but he told me to use that one. So I turn toward the mirror and pretend to fluff my hair, check my teeth, run the tap to smooth cold water over my burning cheeks.
The stall opens, and Carrie, the head bookkeeper, comes out, dressed head to toe in severe black, hair pulled back in a tight bun.
“Hello, Emme,” she says in her usual throaty tone as she heads to the faucet beside me.
I give her a small nod and keep running water. My stomach is eating itself alive. I just want her to leave the bathroom right now, but she’s taking so damn long to wash her hands then dry them off with about five hundred paper towels.
Finally she exits, leaving me alone in the bathroom. I take a deep draw of air to steady my nerves, go into the last stall, and close and lock the door.
Despite my efforts, my breath is coming out in small pants, so I lean against the cool wall and close my eyes. Draw air into my lungs slowly, exhale slowly. If I’m going to do this, I need to get myself in the right zone.
Dane’s face pops in front of my mind. Instantly my body erupts in tingles, and my muscles loosen. I rub my fingers over one hardened nipple, then the other one. I pretend it’s his hands stroking me, and my pelvis gives an almost painful throb in response to the idea.
My breathing quickens. I hike my slim black skirt up to my hips, push my damp panties to the side, and slip a finger over my clit, which is already wet from my juices. He wants to know I fingered myself. I squeeze my breast with the other hand and stroke my nub harder.
God, I want him so badly right now. I wish he’d come in here and rip my clothes off. I want his mouth on me, licking me, making my lower lips swell even more. I feel the orgasm starting to build.
I open the top buttons on my shirt and shove it aside, plus one cup of my bra, so my left breast is bared. I pinch the nipple hard, which sends a zing of pleasure-pain through straight to my clit.
Oh, God. A small gasp flies out of my mouth before I can stop it. My head drops back against the wall as my arousal builds. My fingers fly up and down my slit, faster, faster…
The bathroom door opens, and I hear footsteps come in, move toward the sink. I bite my lower lip and keep masturbating. I can’t stop right now, not for anything in the world. I need to finish this, for Dane.
My hand is covered with my come, and my exposed thighs are shaking. I’m so close, so close…
The water faucet turns on, and I hear sounds. I take the hand from my breast and slap it across my mouth, muffling the moans that threaten to spill.
My brain draws up a visual of Dane shoving the door open, dropping to his knees in front of me, and sucking hard on my clit. His other hand shoving into my pussy and him commanding me to come all over his tongue. And that does it.
I fly over the edge, my whole body jerking as I explode into a million pieces. My head is dizzy from me unknowingly holding my breath for so long. In the background, I vaguely hear the faucet turn off and the door open and close again.
When I’m alone once more, I remove my hand from my mouth and the other from my panties. I sag against the wall, suddenly boneless, unable to move or barely even think. Holy crap, that was intense. I can’t believe I did that.
I can’t believe I did that
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