Page 16 of The Jealous Boss

“The fax is still there,” I snap, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. “Send it over. Tonight.”

Not waiting for her reply, I end the call.

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Anna

I can still feel Drew’s lips on mine. Still feel his thumb teasing my clit. Feel his fingers inside me. The absence of those things, the absence ofhim, is a physical ache. I need him inside me, and not just his fingers but all of him.

I try to be patient and wait downstairs, sipping my drink. I won’t compound my earlier lie by doing something now that I’ll have to hide. But each time my mind returns to the toy, my resolve weakens.

Hating how pathetic I am, I go upstairs. I’ll finish assembling the toy, but I won’t use it. I’ll make sure it works, then put it away.

But as I hold it in my hand, the temptation to use it is too much. Not bothering to turn off the overhead light, I lie on my bed, excited despite my shame.

Tentatively, I press the button, and it comes to life with a strong, steady hum. Closing my eyes, I place the tip of the wand between my legs, only my thin underwear between it and my skin.

Oh, it feels so good. Not as good as Drew, but much better than my own fingers…

I moan at the memory of the towel barely clinging to his hips. Moving the toy along my pussy lips, I experiment with placing it in different locations, crying out again when it touches my clit.

I hold the toy there, my breathing more rapid as a familiar sensation builds. Familiar—but different. I think this time I might actually… Not wanting to jinx it, I shut my eyes, imagining what would have happened if that towel had fallen off. I should remove my underwear, but I don’t dare interrupt the sensations between building my legs.

A knock on my door.

I scramble to find the off button. For one heart-stopping moment, I think that I won’t, that I’ll have to remove the batteries. God, does a sadist design these things?

But finally, the toy falls silent. I shove it beneath a pillow just as the door opens, revealing Drew. God, he’s so big. He fills the doorframe. Lying here on my bed, I feel so small. Small and… naughty.

“I didn’t realize you were home,” I say, struggling to keep my voice casual.

Does he know what I was doing before he walked in? God, I hope not.

“Angel, we need to talk.” He sits on the edge of my bed.

His voice is serious, almost stern. I’m more aroused than frightened, but I’m still scared.

Sitting up, I swallow hard. “Sure, what’s up?”

“The decision to have a live-in nanny wasn’t one I made lightly. Allowing someone into your home requires a lot of trust.”

I nod, uncertain where he’s going with this, unsure what this strange new tone means.

“Anna… I receive all your credit card statements. I know you bought a sex toy, not a present for Jenny.”

Oh… crap. I can’t believe I was so stupid. He knew all along—knew before it even arrived. I lied for nothing.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I just couldn’t stand the thought of you knowing…” I stop, too ashamed to continue.

He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. I lean into the touch, longing to grab his hand and hold it there, to beg him for that reassurance.

When he speaks, his voice is gentle, but there’s a charged current running through it. “What didn’t you want me to know, love?”

Isn’t it obvious? But with the mood he’s in, answering a question with a question would be a mistake. Still, it’s a struggle to admit something so shameful. So when the words finally come, they tumble out in a jumbled rush.

“That I’m a freak. Abnormal. A sexual deviant. I never wanted you to know about my fantasies, how out of control they are… How theyforceme to touch myself. I… I didn’t want you to know that I’m so broken I can’t…”

I stare at my hands, ashamed, unable to say the word.

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