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Yet, she didn’t look away. She didn’t walk away. We just kept staring at each other. Maybe I should’ve walked away but I didn’t. I didn’t want to. What I wanted to do was ask her again, ask her if she was sure as I made my tone more suggestive. I wanted to walk toward her so she could feel my breath upon her skin, I could feel hers upon mine, ask her if she wanted to reject me again—tempt her.

But I couldn’t do it. Not when I thought about Chris and how he reacted last night when he thought something might have happened between her and Anthony. Was there something between her and Anthony? If there was, could I have been misinterpreting her genuine fear and embarrassment for desire. I shuddered from the thought, pulling myself away and dropping my eyes from her. I heard a breath escape her. Was it a breath of relief?

Oh, fuck. Maybe I was desperate.

Maybe I was the only one feeling this insane desire.

Oh, shit. Now I was the one who was embarrassed. When I brought my eyes up to hers again and found her still staring at me, I shot back an impatient gaze.

“Good,” I said. “Because if you’re looking for me to stick a ‘Good Job’ sticker on your work, you’re out of luck. I’m all out.” I scoffed. “This isn’t law school, and I’m not your third-grade teacher.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, and I noticed the shift in them, answering the question I just asked myself. It was desire and fear that were in her eyes before. I knew it was because I just saw it fall away as it was replaced with fury. She stared daggers at me before storming past me, the hot air from her body nearly knocking me off the pool’s edge as her heels clunked with anger toward the door, which she opened with vigor and would have slammed shut behind her if it wasn’t a swinging door.

I stared at her back, furious with myself for missing that chance, furious at her for coming in here in the first place and messing with my serenity, and grateful that nothing happened. It was for the best that I’d missed that chance. It was for the best that I pissed her off. It would do us both a favor if we remained furious at each other, at least then, I wouldn’t risk the chance of betraying my best friend.

I sighed, my brain a mess of confusion as I carried the document to my locker, to put it in my briefcase and head to the showers to douse myself in freezing water, hoping the chill would burn any desire for Tiffany out of my skin. I wasn’t having much luck with that. As soon as I turned the shower off to start soaping my body, the slipperiness of my hand against my skin shot another bolt of lightning to my shaft, and this time, with no one to witness it but me, it was able to spring free. This was not the time or place for this. I turned the freezing shower on again but the heat in my body posed too much of a challenge.

The doors in these showers were made for the privacy of all our employees. They were full length doors, no legs or the tops of anyone’s heads could be seen beneath or over them and the latches weren’t shaky and fragile. I was locked in here, and there was nothing stopping me from going for it. It was my best option if I was going to be able to walk out of here without an angry boner.

I turned the shower off, shivering as I brought soapy hands to my boner again. I rested my arm against the shower wall and propped my forehead on top of it, closing my eyes, and all I could see was Tiffany’s legs in those soft blue high heels and the hem of her yellow dress resting on her knees. With the advantage of my imagination, I could envision those legs open, paint my own picture of what it looked like between them as I stroked myself.

The thought of her coming into my office late yesterday flashed into my mind. I remembered the smudge of her lipstick and the mess of her hair, telltale signs of her being kissed, being fucked. I could conjure up a fantasy of what her lips felt like, of what her tongue would feel like against mine.

I bit down on my lip to keep my groans inward as my hands sped up against my shaft, pulling sweet pleasure from its pores. I wondered what she looked like when she was being penetrated. My hips began to move forward with my imagination as I gripped myself tighter, humping my hand. I went wild with the thought of her panting and gasping in my mind. Her rounded mouth when she saw my package for the first time was given new animation in my thoughts.

“Ah, fuck,” I whispered, low enough so that no one could walk in and hear me. It felt like I was going to explode, and I tried to put a lid on it, making the impact of my orgasm that much stronger as I gave it that final stroke that set my entire soul on fire. I started spraying bullets of sperm against the shower wall like a machine gun. My body shook so much, I wondered if I’d triggered a seizure as I humped the phantom pussy before me.

My body collapsed against the wall, and I was soaked in sweat as I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about how Tiffany Levine managed to not ruin my relaxation time after all. In fact, she amplified it so much I could fall asleep at this very moment. Oh, this was not good. What had I gotten myself into? I could not be having these thoughts.

Chapter 34

Tiffany

“Well,lookatthisgorgeous sunflower.”

I smiled at Mario’s compliment as he stopped to lean against my cubicle.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or you’re just mocking the color of my dress,” I said, looking down at the papers before me even as the smell of his cologne sent flutters up my spine.

“It is a compliment. I like sunflowers,” he whispered.

“Oh, do you now?” I asked, looking up to see him grinning at me, and I sighed at the sight of him. So hot.

I pressed my cheek in my hand, my eyes tired from the amount of reading I was doing, glad for the short distraction. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” I returned, smiling back at him.

“Oh, yeah? You know, you look like you could use a break.” He lowered his voice and a wicked smile crept up his face as he tilted his head toward the file room.

My cheeks heated when I remembered just how horny I was for him last night, how horny he was. I could still feel him in my hand. I remembered just how bad I wanted him inside me, I was ready to risk it all. Oh, he was a temptation standing there in a midnight-blue suit, as if we almost coordinated by accident. But I’d have to resist the temptation.

“I’m sorry. I can’t. Apparently, Jared took the document I gave him into a meeting with the judge and the competing lawyer, and what we found wasn’t enough to prove that the client was fired due to the company’s bias. So, we’re back at square one. At least this time he didn’t give me an impossible deadline,” I revealed.

“Well, that’s good news, huh? That means you don’t have to rush. You’ll have time to take a break?” He raised his eyebrows in a suggestion.

I giggled. He made a good point. Choosing between work and maddening pleasure in the file room? Come on, of course I wanted to choose him and his heat pounding my tight flesh, but a part of me felt bad about the rushed product, even though it was Jared’s ridiculous deadline that caused me to rush. My pride wanted to make sure that I didn’t overlook anything this time.

“I want to. I mean, I really do. But . . .” I said, waving at my workload. Gosh, why did I have to think “load,” now all I could think about was his load, leaking down my leg, causing me to come twice as hard.

“I mean, if you’d rather not . . .” He shrugged and began to walk away. I groaned, wanting to reach for his hand and pull him back. He turned around, smiling, and I was thankful that he was just joking as I waited for him to give me an excuse that wouldn’t leave me feeling like I was neglecting my work. “But as your mentor,” he began.

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