Page 106 of Strange Seduction
Sweetness ??:I still smell like you.
Attached: a photo.
God.
She was stretched out across the bed in one of my shirts—barely buttoned, no panties. Hair a mess. Nipples hard. Her thighs parted just enough to send blood rushing straight to my dick.
I stood, locked the office door, and adjusted myself.
Buzz.
Another one.
This time, she was in the mirror, one leg popped to show the bite marks I left, along with other things.
Sweetness??:Still hurts a little.
I ran a hand over my mouth and bit back a groan. My belt suddenly felt like a noose. She knew I couldn’t touch her until later, and she was using it as punishment.
Maybe I deserved it.
Buzz.
This one?
This one was full frontal. No shirt. No hiding. Just her, sprawled across the bathroom counter like a fucking goddess. I could see the hickey I left under her collarbone. The one on her hip. My nail marks dug into her thighs. And all those pretty piercings.
Fuck the meeting.
I called her.
Carmen (sweet, smug):Yes, baby?
Theo:Why are you doing this to me?
Carmen:Because you left so early this morning.
I knew you missed me, and I wanted to help.
Theo:This ain’t helping.
I’m hard as fuck and stuck in a suit.
She giggled.
Carmen:Aw. Poor Teddy.
Theo:Poor Teddy, huh?
Wait till I get back.
Carmen:I already am.
Then she hung up.
I took a deep breath and knocked back a bottle of water like it could do anything about the fire between my legs.
Two minutes later, I was in the conference room, nodding through a presentation about limestone finishes, but all I could think about was Carmen’s thighs, the way she looked moaning my name, and how good it would feel to get home and ruin her for sending those pictures.
