Page 81 of Dirty Shots

“I told you I was hot.”

One hand left her breast and she slid it down her stomach and beneath the waistband of her panties. Despite the situation, she found she was already swollen and wet, and her finger brushed across the engorged nub of her clit, moving between her pussy lips and into her slippery heat. She took a shuddery breath, her lips parting. Her eyes locked on Eric, wanting to gauge his reaction. All she wanted was for him to throw aside his work and push her over the desk, and fuck her hard. He had suddenly grown distant from her, and she wanted to drag him back again.

Her movement against her clit grew faster, and she felt her legs weaken, the muscles in her stomach tightening. Her breath came harder and faster, her cheeks heating and a flush spreading across her chest.

Eric was watching her, his dark eyes almost angry with lust. She could see his breathing had also deepened and was sure his cock would be erect under his desk. She wanted him so badly.

“Eric,” she gasped. “I need you. I want to feel you inside me.”

To her horror, he jumped to his feet, but didn’t round the desk. Instead, he placed both hands on the surface and glared at her.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Anya!”

Tears filled her eyes, and she withdrew her hand from her underwear, trying to ignore the scent of her own arousal on the air. Her impending orgasm drifted away like a lost boat at sea.

“I know this isn’t a joke. I’ve given up everything because I love you, Eric, and I believe in you. But I’m also worried about you. You know it’s Wednesday and you haven’t been to the gym. You always go to the gym on those days.”

“Yeah, well, like I said, I’m a bit busy to do anything else right now. I have to get this right, Anya, can’t you see that? They have to be perfect.”

“They are Eric. They already are.”

“No, not yet. There’s always something more that can be done to improve them, and there isn’t enough god-damned time!”

“So let’s just cancel the exhibition. It isn’t worth it. It’s too much pressure on you.”

He slammed his hands down on his desk, the bang making her jump. “No. There is no way I’m canceling now. I will not let them all win. I won’t let the Jonathan Turners and Gavin Hollises and Trent Bergmans of the world think they were right, and that we’re ashamed of what we’ve created. I won’t do it!”

She placed her hand to her mouth and shook her head. “Eric, I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be. Just let me get on with my work in peace.”

She stared at him, but he’d already turned back to the computer.

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