I Love My Healed Heart: 4 Book Box Set/Omnibus (Erotic Romance) by Sabrina Lacey Page A
Authors: Sabrina Lacey
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fired.
He strokes me again. And once more. Please don’t stop.
There I said it, even if just to myself. Please. Don’t. Stop.
This is so much better than working. I wake up to his fingers
exquisitely fondling me right in the middle of the office, out in the open save
for the thin walls of my cubicle. He feels my panties dampening and he smiles.
As he presses up and against where he knows my clit is hiding inside, my breath
catches in my throat. He wiggles that finger ‘round and watches my eyes fill with
need, my long eyelashes fluttering as I lose control, my hand grip onto my desk
without making a sound.
He won’t let me look away. I push down on his hand. I can’t help
myself. I want to rub on it, appease this longing he’s created, end the torture
by giving myself a release. I can be
quiet. I can keep the secret. But then, without warning, he pulls out his
hand, gets up and walks away. Speechless, and beyond my mind stunned, all I can
do is watch him leave.
The bastard.
The angel.
The WOW.
I quickly push down my dress to make myself presentable and focus on
my breathing, to slow it down. My mind rummages for a way I can finish what he
started. What the hell was that all about? I did tell The Bitch I’m sick. I
could go to that bathroom that has the lock and take a moment or ten to
pleasure myself.
Don’t be stupid. You’re at work! Think, Jess, think.
I look around my computer, the mouse on my desk, the polished cement
floor. There are no answers anywhere. Oh, I know! I should look around to see
if anyone knew what was going on. You idiot – look around for peat’s
sake! Oh wow – let’s hope no one knows what he was doing to me. I will
never live this down if they do.
Slowly I lift myself up with just the top of my head and eyes showing.
I want to be covert. I scan the room and no one seems to have noticed. They’re
too steeped in their own problems and lives, to look around. I check the door
and see James there, about to leave to go to our other floor, upstairs; the one
he works on. I realize I must look very weird, peeking at him like this. I
should duck down, but I’m still a little stunned. Okay, a lot stunned. My body is not doing what I want it to. It wants to look
at James. I don’t blame it, but let’s try to play hard to get a bit, shall
we??? He catches my ridiculous peeping, penetrating stare for an amused moment.
Only the slightest glint in his eyes tells me that yes, what just happened was
real. I slink back down out of sight, as he walks, all confidence out to the
elevator.
Okay. So… not gay.
The Next Morning
Today I am strutting to work, excited to go in for the first time
since I first got hired. Almost dancing, if I must admit. I won’t lie - I look
amazing. I may have put a little
extra effort in today. And there may be a huge pile of clothes on my bed from all the discards that didn’t make the
cut, as I searched for the perfect blend of sexy and pretty, but not obvious.
And there may be some perfume sprayed
in my nether region. These are just possibilities.
Since I couldn’t sleep and had risen practically at the crack of dawn, I have enough time to get my
favorite coffee. I jump off the train at 4 th street and stroll into
Third Rail Coffee. The coffee here is excellent. The tables are tiny, but I
never sit down, so who cares. I see a lot of people on their computers and I wonder
what I always wonder, do they tip? I hope they tipped if they’re going to take
up a table for this long. I mean, they seem to be in here for hours. They know
everyone. They’ve got nameplates on their tables. Kidding, but seriously.
Whatever. It’s not my business. I order an Americano with almond milk
and walk to wait near the window. As I’m looking out, I see Nicole! I tap like
crazy on the window, but she keeps walking by. We – the people of New
York – put blinders on while walking alone. Stare forward. Avoid eye
contact. Don’t attract the attention
He strokes me again. And once more. Please don’t stop.
There I said it, even if just to myself. Please. Don’t. Stop.
This is so much better than working. I wake up to his fingers
exquisitely fondling me right in the middle of the office, out in the open save
for the thin walls of my cubicle. He feels my panties dampening and he smiles.
As he presses up and against where he knows my clit is hiding inside, my breath
catches in my throat. He wiggles that finger ‘round and watches my eyes fill with
need, my long eyelashes fluttering as I lose control, my hand grip onto my desk
without making a sound.
He won’t let me look away. I push down on his hand. I can’t help
myself. I want to rub on it, appease this longing he’s created, end the torture
by giving myself a release. I can be
quiet. I can keep the secret. But then, without warning, he pulls out his
hand, gets up and walks away. Speechless, and beyond my mind stunned, all I can
do is watch him leave.
The bastard.
The angel.
The WOW.
I quickly push down my dress to make myself presentable and focus on
my breathing, to slow it down. My mind rummages for a way I can finish what he
started. What the hell was that all about? I did tell The Bitch I’m sick. I
could go to that bathroom that has the lock and take a moment or ten to
pleasure myself.
Don’t be stupid. You’re at work! Think, Jess, think.
I look around my computer, the mouse on my desk, the polished cement
floor. There are no answers anywhere. Oh, I know! I should look around to see
if anyone knew what was going on. You idiot – look around for peat’s
sake! Oh wow – let’s hope no one knows what he was doing to me. I will
never live this down if they do.
Slowly I lift myself up with just the top of my head and eyes showing.
I want to be covert. I scan the room and no one seems to have noticed. They’re
too steeped in their own problems and lives, to look around. I check the door
and see James there, about to leave to go to our other floor, upstairs; the one
he works on. I realize I must look very weird, peeking at him like this. I
should duck down, but I’m still a little stunned. Okay, a lot stunned. My body is not doing what I want it to. It wants to look
at James. I don’t blame it, but let’s try to play hard to get a bit, shall
we??? He catches my ridiculous peeping, penetrating stare for an amused moment.
Only the slightest glint in his eyes tells me that yes, what just happened was
real. I slink back down out of sight, as he walks, all confidence out to the
elevator.
Okay. So… not gay.
The Next Morning
Today I am strutting to work, excited to go in for the first time
since I first got hired. Almost dancing, if I must admit. I won’t lie - I look
amazing. I may have put a little
extra effort in today. And there may be a huge pile of clothes on my bed from all the discards that didn’t make the
cut, as I searched for the perfect blend of sexy and pretty, but not obvious.
And there may be some perfume sprayed
in my nether region. These are just possibilities.
Since I couldn’t sleep and had risen practically at the crack of dawn, I have enough time to get my
favorite coffee. I jump off the train at 4 th street and stroll into
Third Rail Coffee. The coffee here is excellent. The tables are tiny, but I
never sit down, so who cares. I see a lot of people on their computers and I wonder
what I always wonder, do they tip? I hope they tipped if they’re going to take
up a table for this long. I mean, they seem to be in here for hours. They know
everyone. They’ve got nameplates on their tables. Kidding, but seriously.
Whatever. It’s not my business. I order an Americano with almond milk
and walk to wait near the window. As I’m looking out, I see Nicole! I tap like
crazy on the window, but she keeps walking by. We – the people of New
York – put blinders on while walking alone. Stare forward. Avoid eye
contact. Don’t attract the attention
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