Page 17 of My Wildest Obsession

I’m so turned on that I’m drenched, my fingers slipping over my wet folds. Theo is frozen like a statue, his mouth open slightly as he watches me pleasure myself. He’s not even blinking as he watches me.

“I thought about you,” I admit, and his eyes shoot to mine and then back down to my core. “I barely slept last night. There were just so many different things that we could do. So many different places that we could do them in,” I say huskily.

My core starts to tighten and I lick my lips, swallowing hard.

“Theo,” I moan, and he shifts in his chair. “Fuck, it was so hot. The first fantasy that I had,” I pant, “we were right here in this office.”

I push one finger inside of my dripping hole, my thumb rubbing over my clit in tight circles.

“I shouldn’t tell you,” I moan, and his fingers grip onto the armrests of his chair. “I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to look at your desk without coming again.”

I add a second finger and cry out as I start to come. I’m not sure if it’s having his eyes on me or just talking dirty to him, but I come harder than I ever have in my life.

I pant, slumping slightly in my chair as I come down from my orgasm. I give him a wicked smile as I stand and straighten my clothes. His tie is crooked and I wonder if he loosened it while I was talking to him.

He looks shellshocked and stunned as I reach across the desk, giving him another smirk as I straighten his tie, wiping my juices all over the soft fabric in the process.

“There, that’s better. I’ll get you that sandwich now, Bossy,” I whisper huskily, and he blinks, his eyes locked on me as I turn and sashay out of his office.

I can’t help but smile to myself as I go. The score has definitely been tied.

In fact, I think I’m in the lead now.

EIGHT

Theo

I’mrock hard and not sure how to proceed.

Fuck, that was hot.

I don’t know what’s gotten into Clara, if maybe I unlocked something when I kissed her last night, or what, but I love it. She was so beautiful when she touched herself and absolutely breathtaking when she came. The image of her release coating her fingers is burned into my brain.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to get my thoughts in order, but that’s impossible when I can still smell Clara’s orgasm. I grab my tie, bringing it to my nose and inhaling the sweet honey scent.

“Fucking hell.”

“Are you okay?” Adrien asks, and I jump in my seat as my friends come into my office.

I can see Clara smirking at me over their shoulders and I know that she knows exactly what she’s done to me.

“I’m fine,” I lie.

I straighten in my seat, preparing myself to pretend like my assistant didn’t just masturbate and come right in front of me a moment ago.

I wonder if the chair smells like her too.

It probably does, even more so than my tie. I’m getting lightheaded just thinking about it. Then I glance at my friends and any hint of erection fades.

What am I even doing? I can’t be getting hard at work.

I’ve always been able to control myself around Clara. I do just like she said and save all of my fantasies about her for when I’m home and alone.

“Did you want to go out to lunch today? It’s pretty nice out,” Levi says, glancing out the window.

His question jerks me out of my thoughts.

“Yes,” I say, shooting to my feet and grabbing my phone off my desk.

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