Page 60 of Rival Hero

Roughly grasping her wrist, I reluctantly halt her movements. “It’s going to take longer than the few minutes we have left.”

The look on her face is priceless, but I don’t want her to think it’s only about sex.

“It’s not only the lack of time working against you right now. Trust can’t be earned on your knees. But it’s a good place for you to start.”

Her gasp makes my dick twitch.

I take a strand of her curly hair, twist it between my fingers, and give it a tug before dropping my hand. “Word to the wise. Don’t try to fucking make me jealous again. You really don’t want to give me any more reasons to punish you than I already have.”

She looks shocked.

I feel shocked.

We’re all shocked.

Except my cock. It just feels hard and ready to blow.

“Okay,” she simpers.

If I don’t get out of here immediately, I’ll end up fucking her against the office wall with whatever time we have left. I’d probably only need a minute at this point because I’m so turned on.

Brushing past her, I double-time it to the bathroom, refusing to make eye contact with anyone on the way and trying to discreetly cover my raging hard-on.

I’m not saying I’m going to fuck my hand in the bathroom at work while on the clock, but I’m also not ruling it out. Let’s play it by ear.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m definitely going to do it.

Once I’m hidden behind the cold, silver stall doors, I open my pants enough to allow my hand room to grip my rigid cock. No patience to fully unzip them. The second I take it in my palm and fist it hard, a shuddering breath shoots out of me.

Thank fuck there’s no one in here to witness my descent into lust-filled madness.

While I silently stroke and tug my throbbing erection, my mind races through everything that just happened.

What the fuck did I do, and why did it feel so good?

Why did I say those things?

What is wrong with me?

Should I call a priest? Have an exorcism? A prayer circle? Smoke peyote and go on a vision quest to banish these demons?

Like I’m punishing myself, I squeeze and yank my dick brutally. Shame coats me, but I can’t stop. Faster and rougher, I pump my fist over the tight flesh until the tingles start at the base and my climax overtakes me.

When my vision clears, I realize there is no toilet paper in this stall to clean up my mess.

Why would there be?

Chapter13

Turn right on Spank Me Daddy Avenue

MIA

As soon as he storms out of the office, my knees teeter and buckle, forcing me to drop into my seat. Immediately, I regret not having a towel on my chair, because I’m certainly a bit… uh… moist down in my no-no square.

Prove it.

Make me believe you.

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