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He’s still snuffling, and it’s then that I spot what he’s seen—a piece of paper on the floor, tucked in a small space between two of the shelves.
“Hey, leave that.” I pick up the dropped treat and lure him away, then bend to collect the piece of paper, only to discover that it’s not paper—it’s a serviette with writing on it. Turning the chair back to my desk, I put the crumpled serviette on the surface and smooth it out.
It contains a poem. It’s not Nadine’s writing. It’s written—I’m sure—by a young woman, judging by the loops in the ‘g’s and ‘y’s, the flowers that take the place of dots over the ‘i’s, and the love hearts doodled around the edge. It looks like a work in progress, some words crossed out and replaced by others written above.
I read it through, and gradually my eyes widen and my eyebrows rise.
Obsession
I touch myself as I think of you.
The nape of your neck, your clean-shaven jaw,
Your lips claiming mine the way you like to do,
Demanding, taking, sugar-sweet,
Your tongue, sliding against mine in its beautiful dance,
Your hands, stroking my skin, cupping my breasts,
Your hot mouth on my nipples,
Sucking, fingers plucking.
My fingers slide through my swollen folds,
I’m so wet for you, baby,
Aching for that feeling when you enter me,
I want you inside me,
Now,
Stretch me, fill me up, to the brim,
Ride me hard and fast…
Oh God…
I’m coming…
And it’s all for you…
I turn the paper over. The other side is blank.
I turn it back and read it again. Then I lean back in my chair and stare at it.
Holy fuck. I think that’s possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever read. I don’t know why. Maybe because it’s handwritten, and she’s clearly thought about every word. It’s sexy without being crude. I can almost imagine this young woman lying there, sliding her fingers beneath the elastic of her pretty lace underwear, and touching herself as her eyelids flutter shut.
My lips curve up. Well. That has drastically improved my mood.
Happy birthday, Mack.
Chuckling, I fold the serviette in half and tuck it into my top pocket. Then I open my laptop and fire it up.
Nadine arrives about eight thirty as usual, by which time I’ve been working for an hour and a half, and I’m ready for a break.
