Page 61 of The Ground Beneath Our Feet
It vibrated.
Those are fucking hot.
And inexplicably emboldened, I added,I wish you could see me like that in person.
Immediately, a text back.Yeah? That’s pretty much all I’ve wanted since I met you.
Really?
Yes.
The light buzzed overhead. Two coworkers walked by my door, chatting. Another one walked briskly by the other way. I looked at my computer and noted the time, marking it on my timesheet. Shit, I’d wasted ten minutes. Ten lost minutes of billable hours sucked.
Is your door closed?
No.
Close it.
NOW.
His texts were coming in rapidly, almost on top of each other now.
Shouty caps. Sheesh.
Immediately,Now, baby.
I loved it when he called me baby. I wanted to hate it, but when Mikey called me “baby” it made me feel like . . . I was his and hecared. I got up and shut the door, wondering what people would think. It wasn’t totally out of character for me to close the door. I’d do it when I really needed to concentrate or when I had a long phone call, so as not to bother others. But it wasn’t the way my door usually was. I hopped back to my seat, now really quivering with excitement.
What was this? What was I doing?
Trying something new.
My phone lit up,You do it?
My fingers flew over the keys.Yeah. It doesn’t lock, though.
Better be quick, then.
Quick with what? What was he going to do? His texts started coming in rapidly, toppling over one another.
If I were with you, this is what I’d do to you.
Lick your finger and rub your nipple.
Ohmigod. Holyshitholyshit.
Were we doing this? Of course we were. I knew it the second I closed my door. But I couldn’t do it, could I?
Did you do it?
I hadn’t. But now I did, since he told me to. Since I wanted to. Since I felt a thrill from him bossing me around by my iPhone.
Following orders, I slipped my index and middle fingers into my mouth, wetting them, then tentatively slipped them inside my shirt and my thin, sheer black bra, the kind that Victoria Secret Photoshops the nipples out of.
Putting my own wet fingers on myself felt so naughty.I was in a law office.
But it felt heavenly. Ethereal. My warm, soft skin reacted to my own touch, and I felt that connection from my nipple to my crotch. I explored my own skin, my own breast, caressing it. Kind of lost myself, actually.
