Page 15 of Crude Heir

She presses her lips tightly, and I find myself annoyed at the fact the full bottom lip is flattened. I almost preferred it when she was cursing at me. What the hell?

So I won’t be able to log on?That’s exactly what she was planning to do.

I don’t plan to stay up all night watching her go through totals. So if she can’t do it at work, she shouldn’t be doing it at home.You’ll have to make do with the extra hours you already got.

Her lids fan down, and she gives a heavy sigh.Okay. I’ll go ahead and call it a night. Thanks!

I close the chat and reach for up the controller to restart the game. It picks up with a scene where I’m on a suspension bridge, racing along, with the siren going full blast.

The view from Nikki’s camera changes, focusing on her chest. A smile tugs at my lips at the scene she’s inadvertently providing. She set her laptop on the bed with an amused chuckle. Is she talking to someone? Watching television? I strain to listen to what may be happening in the background.

The light turns off, catching my attention. The room’s in shadow, and Nikki walks back into the screen, heading to bed. In one quick move, she pulls her top over her head and drops it somewhere off camera. I do a double take as she exposes her tanned skin to the camera, oblivious of the fact she’s being watched. Damn, she’s got a nice rack.

She puts her hand to her mouth, stifling a yawn. Her breasts rise with her intake of breath, pressing against the lace along the edge of the bra. She reaches behind her, and I go still. This wasn’t what I intended, but as the lace that was hugging her so tight falls away, I forget about the shots fired on the other screen. “Well, hell.”

Hooking her thumbs into the top of the loose shorts she’s wearing, she pushes them down. I’m mesmerized, watching the black material go past her waist, over nicely rounded hips, down smooth tanned thighs…

My mouth goes dry as she steps out of her clothes and slips into the sheets next to me—next to the laptop, not wearing a stitch. I shift on the couch, needing to relieve the sudden tightness across my crotch.

Any decent guy would flip off the camera. He’d leave her to sleep in the privacy of her room, despite how his dick is swelling in his jeans. But as she brings her hands up to her breasts, I’m suddenly glad I’m a class-A bastard.

Her fingers spread out, covering the delectable mounds. I don’t know how she manages to do it, but her chest doesn’t look that size when I see her at work. I would have noticed.

Have I been blind all this time? Is it that I can’t get past how sweet she seems? Because if I’d seen her like this, I’d have an entirely different image of her regardless of how she dresses like she’s trying to blend into the background when she’s at the office.

Her index finger and thumb close around her nipple, twirling and pulling at the stiff bud.

I outgrew porn in my teens, right after I got a girlfriend. Then I was more interested in trying some of the things I’d only seen on screen. Despite everything I’ve done since then, I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a woman quite like this. At least, no one I’ve been with has left me frozen in time, anticipating what she’ll do next.

Is it the fact that I’m watching a woman who thinks she’s alone? One who seems so damn uninhibited at a moment like this. Is it that her body’s in shadow, the monitor highlighting her features, drawing my attention with every breath she takes?

A moan escapes her as her teeth come down on her lip, cutting off the sound before her hand disappears under the covers.

“Oh hell.” The way she bites into the plump lower lip is going to haunt me. Every time I see her do that, I’m going to think of this moment and how uninhibited she was when she thought she was all alone.

Her fingers are trailing over her chest, that flat stomach, down to the juncture of her legs. She’s spreading her thighs apart, going straight for the spot she knows will bring her pleasure.

I have to sit back, unable to remain comfortable as my imagination takes over where the camera frame ends. If ever there was a time I’d wish for a wide-angle lens, this is it. Her breath becomes labored. Her grip on her left breast tightens, her fingers digging into the plump flesh.

She turns away, leaving me with the gentle curve of her neck. At the base, her pulse beats frantically. The rise and fall of her chest increase. I want to touch her, to run my tongue along her skin and taste the hollow at her throat. I want to claim her mouth in every way possible.

She arches, and I brace my hands on either side of myself. My own breathing echoes in my ears as her broken cry fills the room. I dig my fingers into the cushions, aching to have her pussy gripping my cock. Sated, Nicole settles back against the pillow. Her body’s relaxed now that she’s finished, but she hasn’t turned my way.

I feel cheated. With her facing away, I wasn’t able to see her expression at the end. I won’t be there to taste her release, or to bury myself inside her body when she needs it the most. When I need it the most.

Her eyes open, her eyelashes a wide fan as her attention goes up to the ceiling. Her lips part, and I watch, my lungs burning with the need for oxygen. “Fuck you, Derrick.”

Her words cut through the silence, breaking the stranglehold on my throat. I greedily suck in a breath and lean my head against the cushion on the couch. “Fuck me, indeed.”

Chapter 7

Nicole

The elevator doors slide open on my floor. “See you later, Nicole,” Mike says as he continues on to the control room as I exit.

“You, too, Mike.” I give him a quick smile then head through the glass door into the familiar hallway to my office. The rhythmic click of my heels echoes in the empty corridor.

Most people aren’t due in to work for half an hour yet. Though I doubt many will be coming in. Apart from the smell of rain in the air, some may choose to add a day to the holiday weekend, which would suit me just fine.

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