Page 57 of Give Me a Chance
“Yeah, that makes it way worse. Were they any good?”
“They were perfect. But is homemade gnocchi something a friend with benefits makes?”
She shrugs. “Who knows? That’s Matt for you. He once took me to the airport, which is a boyfriend thing, and there aren’t any benefits between us.” The swirl inside my belly settles at her words.
Them having benefits would not work for my obsessed body parts. They want his hands, mouth, cock, and gnocchi just for me.
“He’s just a good guy, you know?” she continues.
“Yeah...” I say, unconvinced. There’s a whole beast inside of him he doesn’t show willingly, so who’s to say the good guy isn’t just the role he plays.
Good guy or not, I’m having the best sex of my life, which means I won’t give it up easily. Still, a lump of unease builds up in my throat.
The thoughtfulness is dangerous, and I have no idea how to respond to it. It makes me wary of this whole idea. He should stick to the sex stuff and lay off homemade gnocchi.
Getting back to my desk, I hatch a bulletproof plan. He’s not a good guy when we’re having sex. No, he’s a feral, primal beast.
So, the only thing I can do to keep the danger away is by keeping him feral at all times. Keep sex at the front of his mind.
Challenge accepted.
He gets back to the office a half an hour before we’ll all be heading home, so my time is scarce. Glad I’m wearing a skirt, I head to the bathroom before leaving.
The thought alone makes me wet, and it shows on the skimpy lace panties I take off in the stall. I crumple them in my fist and exit the bathroom.
Trying to keep my cool, I walk with my head held high right to Matt’s desk.
“Thanks for the lunch.” My lips stretch wide, a glint of mischief in my eyes.
“Did you like it?”
“I did. It was delicious.” I emphasize the word by licking my lips. His gaze drops to them instantly. “Just a tip. Parmesan should be separate.” I pat the pocket of his suit jacket, dropping my panties in it, and walk away with the sound of him sucking in a breath.
The naughtiness of the whole thing, and the breeze on my naked pussy, makes arousal pool between my thighs.
At home, my naked body writhes on the still cool sheets as a vibrator pulls out an orgasm from me. I came, but I’m feeling nowhere near sated. My nipples are still hard as a rock, and my clit still tingles, aching for something else, something better. Myhands travel south once again during my shower, but not even the vivid images of the last night we shared can replace the real thing.
I’ve just started this game, and I’m already on edge. What keeps me going is the thought of how he must be feeling.
Is he currently stroking his thick cock while he thinks of me?
Is he feeling as unsatisfied as I am?
I want to push him so far he snaps. The good guy farce has gone on too long, I need him to lose it.
On Tuesday, I step up my game. He stalks my every move as I enter the office, but I ignore him completely. During the meeting with the décor team, I’m perfectly professional, returning none of his dozens of scorching looks. But by lunch, it’s go time.
I enter the bathroom, my trusted ally, once again. This time, I push down my shirt, putting the girls front row. I push back the lacy cup of my bra, revealing a nipple and snap a photo of me pinching it. My face isn’t in it, I’d never trust a man that way, but it’s a hot picture. Exiting the bathroom, I press send and bump into Rina.
“What are you smiling about?” she asks.
“Nothing.” I turn the villain smile on my face into a polite one.
I hear “Shit” come from the other side of the room, where Matt is trying to dry the coffee he just spilled.
Hmm, wonder what made him spill it.
Guess my smile turned villainous again because she eyes me with suspicion. Sighing, I grab her hand and drag her to the empty bathroom.
