Page 79 of Worth Every Moment
But I’m not engaged with my own words because I’m watching Erica. Her perfect body sprawled out on my sheets, dark hair spread over the pillows. She’s propped up on them so she can watch herself in the mirror.
I stifle a groan at the sight.
“What have you been up to?” I ask, straining to keep my voice neutral.
She moans a little. Very quietly, so that if I couldn't see her, I wouldn’t know what she was doing. “I had the day off. I was looking at that Tatler spread about us moving in together.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. I was reading it. You look so handsome in those pictures.”
My stomach turns over so violently that I might need emergency surgery to fix it, and when she pulls out the picture of me, which she’s obviously torn from the magazine, I think it drops right out of my fucking body.
She’s been sitting at home, flicking through a magazine article about us, looking at a pictureof me, and getting all riled up. And she’s let herself into my bedroom to get it out of her system. On my bed. While listening to me talk shit.
Her back arches as her hand moves faster. Energy buzzes through me like it’s me she’s touching. This is the most mind-blowing fucked-up scenario I’ve encountered, and I’ve done a lot. Seen a lot. But nothing has turned me on like this before…
I can’t take it. I will definitely explode if I don’t do something about it.
I put my phone on speaker, placing it on the desk, and undo my trousers, releasing my dick, which is already thick and hard.This is so bad. I’m a bad man.
I grip the shaft, easing my hand up and down, and the relief is visceral. I have to bite my lip not to groan.
“Are you still there?” she says, one of her hands playing with her nipple, the other rubbing at her clit.
“Yeah.” I’m so hard I won’t last a moment. I tug on my dick, matching my speed to hers, hoping to fuck she can’t hear what I’m doing. “I’m here.”
“Ahh,” she moans, and it sounds like a lusty sex noise. She doesn’t even try to hide it. Fire whips through me. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“You okay?”Like I don’t fucking know.
“Uh-huh.” She places one hand behind her, levering herself up even more, getting a better view of her own fingers teasing her clit in that mirror. “Hang on. Something’s boiling over—”
Something’s boiling over? Erica Lefroy, you dirty little minx.I nearly laugh, but I’m too fucking turned on. My hips thrust forward, like my dick wants to leap right through the screen.I wish.My muscles tense, my quads like rock as the sparking, electric pleasure of an impending orgasm shoots from the base of my spine, zapping up my shaft. My balls tighten.
“Seb!” Erica slams a hand over her mouth, her body going rigid, nipples swollen, as she orgasms right where I can see her. Quietly shuddering.
My orgasm shoots through me, thick ropes of cum decorating my fist, my other hand gripping the desk.
“Erica,” I gasp.
I wince as my orgasm tails off. That definitely sounded climactic… I lean back in my chair, breathing heavily and surveying the mess I’ve made. Erica, on the screen, has collapsed like a ragdoll, still naked, her perfect body spread across the white sheets.My sheets.
This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. And she doesn’t even know.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
My heart thumps. “What for?”
“It was nice not to have lunch alone again.” She stands and puts on the robe before remaking my bed.
“Oh, right. Yeah. Lunch. Well, if I didn’t have to work, I’d have lunch with you every day.”I cringe. I fucking would as well.
She inspects the bed, and, apparently pleased she’s left no trace of her activities, pulls the cord on her robe tighter. “I could call you.” She laughs. “Lunchtime phone chat every day. Like a real couple.”
I can’t bring myself to laugh. This is so messed up.What does she even mean?And, more importantly, how will I ever tell her what I’ve done? “You know where I am. Next time something’s boiling over.”Good God, this is fucked. She frowns, but I add, “See you tonight,” and hang up before she can say anything else.
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