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My eyes close and my mind drifts, trying to forget the stress of the day and the dirty thoughts of Lycus. But before I get there, I’m back at work, in Lycus’ office this time, and he’s standing over me, looking right at me with those stormy eyes.
I can almost feel his strong hands on my waist as he tugs me towards him, my whole body going weak at the thought of his touch. In my mind, Lycus doesn’t run away, his hard cock is in his hand and he’s stroking himself to the sight of me.
I think of Lycus’ amazing body, his muscles tensing as he rocks his erection in his hand, growing tighter and tighter with each pump, until with one final stroke, the tension breaks and his hot cum shoots out onto his hand and covers my body.
“Angelica,” he groans.
“Ly–Lycus,” I pant, my own orgasm beginning to build.
I push the toy deeper inside me and the heat of the vibrator intensifies, my hips tightening and bucking, until I feel the familiar tingling waves of pleasure spreading all through my body.
I’m so close, and it’s the intense, unyielding green eyes of Lycus and the ghosting echo of his voice in my fantasy that sends me spiralling closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Angelica. Be a good girl and let go.” He sinks to his knees before me and with one push of a button, the clit sucking, tongue lashing function comes to life on the Supernova, as I imagine Lycus leaning forward and inhaling my scent. “I want your cream coating my face in five…”
My orgasm slams into me before he even gets to one, and to my utter shame, I scream his name.
When my body finally stops shaking, I remove the toy and turn it off, dropping it onto the mattress beside me. I’m too spent, too exhausted to clean up right now.
Instead, I pull the covers up around me and close my eyes as the reality of what’s happened tonight seeps back in. I want to pretend that this isn’t real, that I’m not in my bed, getting off on fantasies of a guy I hate. A guy who, only a few short hours ago, broke into my apartment, stole my pizza, kissed me senseless, fingered me, and then left.
I draw my walls up around my heart, knowing that tonight was a mistake. One I can not and will not repeat.
And I’ll never forgive him for the pizza.
Bastard.
ChapterFour
Angelica
For the first time ever in my life I consider calling in sick to work when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me. Nothing other than the complete and utter humiliation of having a work colleague reject me.
Thank fuck he made the first move though, I would have died if I threw myself at him, only to have him turn and run after one little taste of me.
I sit up in bed, my cheeks still flushed from last night’s encounters – both real and imagined. The whole night was exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but I can’t deny the rush of pleasure that coursed through my body as Lycus touched me in ways I’ve not experienced in years.
Damn him. Why couldn’t he just be shit like all the other disappointing partners I’ve had over the years? I gave up on finding anyone long ago, when I discovered that doing well at work gave me more of a rush than any sexual encounter or orgasm I gave myself.
Why did damnLycushave to be the one to reignite my passion? And to leave me wanting. Despite the amazing orgasm the Supernova gave me, I have to admit that it was thoughts of Lycus that tipped me over the edge.
Fuck. And now I’m horny again. But in the cold light of day, I can feel the shame creeping in. I can’t bear the thought of facing him in the office after what we did – and didn’t do. Why did he leave? Did I do something wrong?
I reach for my phone, my finger hovering over the call button. I could just tell my boss that I’m feeling under the weather today. It’s not like I have any urgent deadlines to meet after yesterday’s disaster of a pitch.
I mean, wow, I didn’t think the day could get much worse after ‘watergate’ but well done, Lycus, for being the cherry on the top of my shitshow sundae. I’ll be lucky to even keep my job if the client complains, and at best I’ll be demoted to work on the shitty ad accounts, for things like denture cleaner and cat litter.
No one wants those.
Oh god, if that’s what my career has been reduced to, I should definitely take a mental health day. Stay home and gorge myself on cheese and biscuits.
Sounds pretty good actually.
But then I pause.
Why shouldIbe the one to hide and feel embarrassed? We were two consenting adults andhewas the one who chose to cut and run. I’m not a fucking ogre, I have enough guys try to hit on me, so I know I’m not hideous. And I don’t evenlikeLycus, so who cares if he rejected me? He just saved me the awkwardness of having to turnhimdown.
I can reclaim my power here, refuse to let him hold all the cards. No, I’ll march into work and act like nothing happened, and better yet, I’ll make sure I look damn good doing it.
