Page 46 of Lessons with the Mothman

Victoria: Yes, boss. omw

A soft knockrapped against the door of my office, barely audible beneath the music in the bar. Music I'd inched up slowly over the past hour, wanting to make sure there was cover for any sound that might come out of this room tonight.

"What?" I asked, and the snap in my tone was too easy to conjure as I stuffed the gilded summons scented with violets underneath a stack of paperwork.

A strange and giddy thrill burst in my chest as the door cracked open and a flirtatious red curl peeked around the edge, banishing the thoughts of responsibilities and lineage from my mind. Victoria's face followed, her eyes bright and cheeks already flushed.

"You asked to see me."

"Well. Get in here."

Her lips twitched and her head ducked shyly, body sliding into the barely opened door. My office was small, but generally I kept it clear of clutter—just a comfortable chair to work in, my laptop, and the necessary files of paperwork and receipts. Tonight I'd dragged in spare boxes of booze to stack against the walls until the room was tight and hard to move around, my desk covered in odds and ends, including framed photos of a dog I didn't own and a house I'd never seen before.

Victoria was wearing a dress. I'd never seen her in a dress before, and there was something odd about the sight. She pinched the hip of the skirt and tugged at it, fussing with the seam of the waist. She didn't like dresses. So why wear one?

I arched my brow as I spun my chair to face her, our knees knocking together in the process.

"Lift your hem," I said.

Victoria wet her lips and gathered fabric up in her fist. "I need to ask for Friday off."

"You want to ask for the busiest night of the week off, with all of two days' notice?" I fought my smile as she stopped with the fluttering black hem around her knees. What was this dress for, anyway? Potential funerals? Donor galas at the university? "Higher."

She sucked a breath and scooped the fabric over her arm, raising her skirt to her waist, revealing everything. And nothing. She'd come to me without panties on again. That was becoming a theme, which intrigued me. It meantsheliked it. And was she already wet? It looked to be the case.

"I can make up the hours for everyone else," she said. She had short, practical black boots on. The curling hair covering her pussy was a deeper shade of red, auburn, almost brown, but it caught the shitty lighting of my office and glinted like rubies where she was damp. "I just need to know what I have to do to make it up to you."

"Is the door locked?" I asked, rolling the chair closer, stopping as I ran a wheel into the toe of her boot.

She nodded, her loose, wild hair bouncing. "When I shut the door."

"Put your foot up on that box," I said, nodding to the box of moderately cheap vodka I'd tucked away just inside the door.

Victoria wet her lips again, pupils growing wider, and lifted her leg, turning it out and balancing her foot on the box, giving me a better view of her sex, of the dark purple pink lips that clashed with the red of her hair.

"Take out one of your tits," I said, opening the waist of my pants, my cock swelling with relief, coremata flaring open so I could grip and pull on myself.

Victoria's breath was coming harshly now, and she had to squirm and wrestle down one shoulder of her dress, tugging the cup of a well-worn gray bra aside. I groaned as I squeezed myself, my mouth watering at the sight of the darkened nipple. She'd fucking rouged it again?

"What did you do?" I whispered, glancing up at her, dropping the act for the moment.

"Tinted lip gloss," she said, groping and molding her breast in her hand. "Pomegranate flavor."

I moaned, and Victoria laughed and scooted her other leg open for me as I surged forward, suckling on the nipple she'd offered—waxy and sweet and so eagerly tight for my mouth.

"Can I be rough with you?" I murmured, nuzzling into the soft skin over her chest. There was a healing mark on the underside of her breast, where I'd sucked hard the last time we'd fucked.

"Please," she answered in a gasp.

I stood, the chair rolling back to knock against the desk, and reached up to the shelf above Victoria's head, grabbing a condom and lube. Her eyes widened, and she burst out in a laugh.

"Right by the door? That's so skeezy," she said, lips stretched in a bright grin.

"And exploiting my employees in exchange for time off isn't?" I answered.

Her smile softened. I cast a shadow over her, but not enough of one to darken the glitter in her eyes. "I like your dedication to the details." She reached for the lube, and I hurried to roll on the condom, leaning forward, pinning her to the door as she strokedme slick, reaching down to her own sex to wipe the excess lube there.

"Wanna know the truth?" I asked, grabbing her thigh, lifting it so only her toes touched the box.

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