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No, I cannot let my mind go there. It’s bad enough I subscribed to her page, but I had to see everything….
For fuck’s sake, this is my boss I’m looking at, who’s practically naked on my phone. Wearing one of hermanylace pieces that I would sure as shit pay money to watch her peel off her gorgeous body.
No.
I can’t.
But…I already paid.
Speed walking back into the kitchen, where I hope my brain will have some space to think away from her bed, her lingerie collection, and not let my cunt lead the way. I flop into one of the cushioned, blush-pink, high-back chairs, letting my head fall onto the back.
My thoughts keep wandering back to her page, and before I know it, my phone’s unlocked again and I’m back down theMilky Mamirabbit hole. Without even thinking, I stride back into my newly claimed bedroom and am under the covers before I can finish devouring evenoneof her videos. Somuch for snooping, this turned into a full-blown investigation. I found all I need, including my vibrating friend, and I will be happy as a clam for the next couple of hours.
Rubbing one—no, many—orgasms out to no one other than my hot, older, and definitely off-limits boss.
I must’ve fallen asleep after coming for the fifth time. Honestly, it could’ve been more. I stopped counting after three. It was way too hard to stop. Touching myself to videos of Tatum doing unspeakable things to herself as if the entirety of each video was just for me…
Calm down. We can’t start the cycle again.
I hear some clanking and movement coming from what I can assume is the kitchen, which must’ve been what woke me from my slumber. I find my discarded phone under the covers, tapping it on and seeing that it’s already almost midnight.
Fuck, I slept for a while.
Padding into the kitchen for what feels like thehundredth time today, I see Tatum’s tall, lush frame reaching for the wineglass in the cabinet. As she places it on the counter, I step up beside her, giving her what I hope isn’t too dopey of a smile.
“I see you’ve made it back,” I whisper, trying not to startle her.
Tatum lets out the cutest squeak, grabbing her chest. “Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!” After she takes a few breaths and gets her wits back, she adds, “I figured you would be asleep by now.”
“I napped the whole time you were gone.”After I rubbed myself furiously to videos of you,I could add.
“Would you like some wine?” she questions with a smirk, bringing the glass to her lips.
“Sure.” I’m feeling shy again being in the same space as this woman. Add on the aggressive masturbation, and my face is burning with embarrassment. I can’t tell if she has no clue what’s happened, or if she’s eating up every second of my squirming.
I finally risk looking at her, and when I do, I almost squeal.
Yes, squeal.
Her full attention is on me. Hooded brown eyes stare at every inch of me, raking up and down my body. I want to cower away, cover up, but I can’t because I secretly need every ounce of her gaze.Part of me begs to be caught, maybe punished for my crimes.
“Were you a bad girl while I was gone, Lylah?” Oh Jesus, she’s sexyanda mind-reader.
My mouth drops open in shock and fuck knows what else. My brain’s short-circuiting, and I nod frantically, because yes…
I’ve been a bad fucking girl.
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UNDER PRESSURE
TATUM
“I’m kidding!” I laugh and push myself away from the counter to grab Lylah a glass. The panic on her face, coupled with her response, tells me everything I need to know. Shewasa bad girl, but I can’t let her know thatI knowthe extent— not yet, at least.
Maybe it’s the lack of human connection, maybe it’s just my body’s simple biology, longing for the touch of someone orsomethingother than my toys. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s roughly ten years younger than me, and being with her, my now employee, is so deliciously taboo.
Or maybe, it’s her.Lylah. Her name rolls through my mind beautifully. I’m disgustinglydrawn to her quirky personality and willingness to trust me in return.
