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I pull off my pants, tossing them on the floor, and lean back, running the vibrating ring up and down my thigh, enjoying the tingle of it. The vibration isn’t intense but just enough to tease, to fill me with a need for more. A feeling I thought I’d forgotten.
That’s a lie.
I felt it last night in the limo, Sutton stoking a fire deep in my being.
I let my mind wander back to doing this at work. The only way I would be caught is if someone stood directly over my desk, watching me from over the edge.
Only one person looms like that. Only one person in the building has that kind of presence.
Theo.
I gasp again as the vibrator taps near my clit, the thought of those glowering dark eyes watching me turning the low heat in my belly to a raging fire.
Would he stare like he did this afternoon? Would he drink in the sight of me touching myself at work? Would he bark at me like he does everyone else? I’ve never been on the receiving end of his wrath before this afternoon. Would it be hot? Or terrifying? Would I wilt under his gaze or would it make me bold?
Imaginary Sophie is much braver than real-life Sophie. In my mind, I’d know he was there, know he was watching me, and I wouldn’t stop. I’d lean back in my chair, turning slightly to give him a better view of my hand disappearing under the fabric of my dress.
The vibrator hums nearer to where I need it, but I don’t let it touch—teasing myself as much as I tease Sutton in my imagination. Lazily, I let my hand slide up under my tank top, my fingers grazing my skin the way his eyes would trace a path along my body. I’m wet at the thought of him standing there, those dark eyebrows furrowed, hands in his pockets. Not saying anything, not stopping me, just watching.
Shit. The bathtub.
Turning off the ring, I toss it on the counter before reaching over to stop the water. Steam curls in the air, the mirror slightly fogged, obscuring me from the reality of looking at myself, allowing me to continue my fantasy.
I strip out of my clothes and am about to climb in when I pause. In a moment of desperation, I snatch the lipstick vibrator up and bring it with me, stepping into the scalding hot water before I can talk myself out of it.
It’s research. I need to be able to do my characters justice. Jessie and Cody deserve good sex. If I have to lay in the bathtub and give myself an orgasm or two in order to do that, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
The heat of the bath seeps into my bones as I lay back, eyes closed against the harsh light, fingers trailing lazy paths along my skin. Images of Sutton invade my mind, the same way his tongue invaded my mouth. If he’d known it was really me, not the mysterious Elinor Price, would he have kissed me last night?
I let myself imagine my hands are his, claiming every inch of me, hearing his growled words from the dark limo in my mind.
Use me.
My fingers pinch one nipple, while my other hand slides between my legs. I circle my clit, slow and steady.
I want to touch you.
I keep touching myself, a steady desire pulsing through me, building with each stroke.
I want to feel you come on my fingers.
I slide a finger inside myself. My orgasm creeps closer, an ache building up in my chest. For a second, I worry that I’m going to lose it, that I’ll end up chasing it and getting nowhere just like the other night. I grab the lipstick vibrator with my free hand and flick it on, determined to find it.
A splash of hot water lands on my neck and I whimper, reminded of Theo’s burning kisses along my jaw. The way he handled me, angling my head and neck exactly where he wanted them. I’d been relaxed, trusting him to take care of me in a way I haven’t let anyone in a long time. If I’d let him, Theo would have instructed my body just like one of his brilliant programs—he would have brought me to orgasm with devastating precision.
I touch the vibrator to my thigh again, not sure what I want from it. What would Theo do? Would he take it from me with a growl? He would. He’d rip it from my lax fingers, impatient with my indecision and tell me to let him do it. With a quiet moan, I trace the vibrator along my center, one finger still working its way in and out.
Just thinking about Theo taking control, my mind releases the constant pressure of being on guard. With it, my orgasm inches closer.
I don’t care about anything else, I just need you right now.
I bring the vibrator to my clit, remembering the desperation in Theo’s tone, the way he’d looked deep into my eyes as the words had been ripped from him. My toes curl and the low burning in my core turns into an inferno. My stomach clenches and for a moment I forget how to breathe. Then my orgasm explodes through me and everything goes white. Trembling, I sink down into the water, boneless.
Oh my God.
A pink flush creeps over my skin and it’s not from the heat of the water or the mind-blowingly intense orgasm I just had.
I just masturbated to thoughts of Theodore Sutton. The Bastard-in-Chief. My boss. And it was the best orgasm I’ve had in years.
