Page 53 of Am I the Only One

“I didn’t even get a chance to return the favor before he hoisted me against the wall and started fucking me. I clung my arms around his shoulders and hung on.”

Sweat beads along my hairline as my body begins to stagger.

“Everything about this time was different from the last. He was eager—rapturous, really. Like each grind of his hips came with purpose as the concrete wall bit into the skin on the back of my hips, scraping them up as he buried himself inside me.”

My skin dampens as I begin to falter, tensing as my orgasm draws nearer.

“He moved with so much intensity that I came quickly. It wasn’t long after when he couldn’t hold on anymore. He grunted my name as he bucked into me, coming hard.”

My thighs shutter as my body clenches, causing me to lose my rhythm as a fierce orgasm pulses through my entire being. With my free hand clutched onto the armrest of my chair, my nails bite into the soft leather as I ride out my pleasure. I do my best to stifle the breathless pants that force their way out of me, but they’re still audible and completely beyond my control.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on my door, and I startle, yanking my hand out of my panties.

“Mrs. Montgomery?”

“Just one second,” I call out, frantically pulling my skirt down and praying that my office doesn’t smell of my own sex.

Still flushed and hot, my jittery hands fumble with the lock, and when it finally opens, I’m practically breathless, my orgasm still lingering between my legs.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. The door must’ve jammed or something.” Her eyes carry a hint of doubt, so I ask, “What do you need, Jenny?”

“Oh.” She holds out a file. “This needs your signature.”

I take the file from her, needing her to leave so I can catch my breath. “Anything else?”

“That’s all.”

When she steps back, I close the door, bracing my hand against it as I take in a deep breath. My heart races wildly as I try to tame desire and panic.

What am I doing?

Emma has me in a million shades of delirium right now. Stammering back over to my desk, I fall into my chair and close my eyes, because to look at myself would be to look at a stranger.

What the hell am I doing?

I don’t recognize this woman. The one who just masturbated in her university office with students a few feet away.

Pull yourself together.

I jump again when my cell phone chimes.

Tripp: I had an unexpected meeting today that’s thrown me off schedule. I’m going to be a little late getting home tonight.

Carly

“Would you like something to drink? A glass of wine, or, perhaps, a hot tea?”

“No, thank you,” I respond to Margot as I follow her into the sitting room of her historical DC home. “I really appreciate you rearranging your schedule so that I could stop by. It means a lot.”

She takes a seat in one of the wingback chairs that’s close to the grand fireplace. Nothing in this home is out of place, and the same can be said about her poised appearance—her black hair is sleek, hitting along her jawline with a simple strand of pearls that dips over the neck of her taupe cashmere sweater. “Don’t be silly, I’m the one who should be thanking you. You got me out of going to the Ladies of the Senate luncheon.”

I take a seat on the couch across from her, snickering at her refusal to call the organization by its new name. “You don’t call it that when you’re with the other members, do you?”

“Heavens, no! Well, at least not around the younger members. I can’t stand all their new-age ideas.” She brushes her hand down the fabric of her ivory slacks. “Senate Spouses,” she grumbles as if the words taste foul in her mouth. “Why do we all have to be clumped together? I mean, call me a traditionalist, but I don’t want to lunch with men. It changes the whole dynamic of what the organization should be. You would think the feminists would want it to be strictly women, the way it used to be in the past, but, as always, the rules have to be changed so that nobody feels left out ...pansies.”

I laugh at her flair of honesty. She speaks her mind, not caring what others might think of her opinions. With a legacy such as hers, a person would be stupid to cross her in any way. She’s a viper, which is why I’m so lucky we are friends. I wouldn’t dare want to be on her bad side.

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