Page 34 of Queen Of Dark Money

AndIlost my fucking mind.

Thereshe was, in my living room, slipping out of the sweatshirt she’d tossed on when she raided my dresser.Shehada tee shirt on underneath, but for just a moment,Igot a glimpse of the soft swell of her stomach as it peeked out from below the sweater that rode up on her torso.Thedamn thing kept rising, though, andIwaited with bated breath as it slipped above her ribcage and revealed two perky tits, braless and bare, nipples hardening in the cool air of the apartment.

Shit.

WasIreally doing this?Watchingthis girl on a camera and jerking off to her tits?

Iwas.

Shestruggled to get out of the damn sweatshirt, but the top came off in it, and she stood there in nothing but a pair of sweats, trying to detangle the top from the sweatshirt asIstroked my cock with purpose this time, my dick stiffer than a steel beam now.Iwas close, so close, andIwatched her tits sway and bounce as she slipped back into the shirt.Beforeshe got it all the way on, though, a single hand shot up and caressed the one on her left, fingers grazing slightly over her nipple as she bit her lip and tipped her head back with a smile and her eyes closed.

Ifucking came all over the underside of my desk with a groan, hating myself but feeling insanely better with that release of pressure.Mymind was a blank, andIscrambled for a tissue, a handkerchief, anythingIcould find to wipe up the mess.Ialmost missed the way she looked around and grinned like she knew she’d been caught on camera, and the very thought excited her.

Likeshe knewIwas watching.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

KENZIE

I’dbeen meaning to take this damn sweatshirt off for ages, but the opportunity was never better than whenIwas on my way back from the bathroom.I’dalmost slipped back into the office, butIheard soft grunting at the door and a light moan that told meMr.Stonehad taken his dick in hand and was pleasuring himself.

Naughtyboy.

Asmuch asIsorta wanted to know how big of a dick he was packing,Iwanted to fuck with him more, so with a grin on my face,Imarched into the living room, whereI’dseen one of his more prominent, obvious cameras on the wall, and made sureIwas angledjust right.Witha last glance in the camera’s direction,Ipeeled off the sweatshirt, gripping the tee shirt underneath it in my spare hand so it would ride up believably with the top layer of my clothes.

Temptinghim was fun, but teasing him whenIknew damn well he was watching me, well, now that got me off.Irubbed my thighs together asIslipped the top all the way off my head, the cold air pebbling my nipples almost instantly.IwishedI’dhad a bra, but going braless would do me so many more favors right now.Almostas an afterthought,Islipped a single hand up andcaressed myself, whimpering beneath my breath at the familiar stirring in my core.

Iwasn’t about to get off, not right now, butIwas hornier than hell at the idea that he was jerking his dick to the image of me, topless, while pretendingIdidn’t affect him at all.

Horny, naughty millionaire assholes thoughtIwas just some spoiled princess with no brains.

Well,I’dshow them.AndI’dstart withStone.

Slowly,Islipped my hand off my tits, grappled with my tee shirt, and managed to finagle it back on as if the whole thing never happened.Icounted to fifteen, just to give him time to tuck himself away, and then padded down the hall, my feet slapping noisily against the marble flooring.Iwanted him to knowIwas approaching, wanted him to have the chance to put himself to rights and pretend the whole thing never happened.Becausein the end,I’dknow, and so would he, that he wanted me, and at the very least had gotten off to the image of my naked tits aimed at his secret not-so-secret camera.

WhenIshoved the office door open, pretending to be unconcerned and very much not flustered, he was typing away at his desk, eyes glued to the screen, tablet shoved to the other side of the glass, pretending its existence was inconsequential.Likehe hadn’t just been watching it with the enthusiasm of a teenage boy watching his first porno.

Iknew better.

Thesweat on his brow and the pinched look on his face said it all.

Thatand the fact that there was a telltale splotch of whiteish fluid on the carpet next to his foot and another on the top of his pristine black shoe.

Imean, come on, how obvious could you be?

“Ifeel so refreshed,”Isighed, flopping lazily down on the couch asIbunched up the sweatshirtI’dremoved to use as a pillow. “Areyou getting any work done?”

Hiseyes barely flicked in my direction for a split second before he looked away, muttering to himself under his breath.Takingit as a win,Igot comfortable, leaned back on my makeshift pillow, and turned in his direction, waiting for him to look back at me just once.

Ijust wanted to establish dominance.Wantedhim to knowIhad the upper hand, even as his captive.

Hewasn’t biting, though.

Shame.

I’dhave to get under his skin some other way.

AsIsettled in for what was ramping up to be a battle of wills the likes of whichI’dlikely never see again,Igrinned to myself, knowingIenjoyed the challenge as much as winning.

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