My cock hardened in my jeans, and I was helpless to do anything but pull it out and wrap my fist around it. Your hand disappeared between your thighs, and you rested your back against the yellow tiled wall.
I could’ve opened the secret door at that moment, gone in there and buried my face where your hand was. I could’ve made you feel alive before I took you to bed and fucked you into the mattress. I wanted to, Lily. I wanted to show you everything I could make you feel.
But I didn’t let myself.
I forced myself to wait.
You were a horny little bitch, riding your hand like that. You should’ve come to me instead. Come to the office and asked me to fuck you. I would’ve done it.
What were you thinking about while you slid your fingers inside your dripping pussy? How did you learn to move your hips like that?
I squeezed my cock tighter and felt precum drip from the tip. It soaked into the denim as I stroked myself faster. Your hand was a blur, and then you moaned.
It mixed with the floral-scented steam filling the bathroom. It echoed off every wall, ricocheted around my skull. You were loud, like you wanted me to overhear and come find you.
My breathing was harsh. I was surprised you couldn’t hear me. I fucked my fist the way I wanted to fuck you—relentlessly. Finally, too soon, you came. You threw your head back and cried out, your nipples tight and muscles twitching as your orgasm shot through you.
I painted the wall before me with my cum, the way I’d paint your womb soon enough. You cleaned yourself up before getting out of the shower, and I tucked myself away, leaving the evidence of our first time on the wall, and followed you back into the bedroom.
You got dressed quickly and tapped on your laptop keyboard a few times before closing it and tucking it under your arm. It took me only a moment to realize you were heading for the door, and I spun, rushing through the walls back to the lobby.
You were coming for me, just like I knew you would.
THREE
I rushed backto the lobby and sat down at the desk. I was flipping through the disguised magazine when the bell above the door chimed, and you walked in. I kept my breathing steady as I glanced at you, hoping you wouldn’t notice the sweat gathered along my brow.
You were wearing an oversized sweatshirt and shorts that hid beneath the hem. If I hadn’t watched you put them on, I would’ve thought you had nothing under it. Your hair was wet, and your face was free of any makeup. Your laptop was still tucked under your arm, and you made your way to the small sitting area in the corner, eyes flicking shyly to me.
All I did was watch you, pretend like my heart wasn’t in my throat, like you had no effect on me. But you did. You were the only thing I could focus on, the only thing I noticed. Even though you were silent, you took up all my attention.
Time passed, the only sound was the clicking of the keys on your keyboard. It seemed like you were lost in thought, but then your stomach growled, and your head shot up. You looked embarrassed.
It was cute.
We stared for a moment, and then I huffed out a laugh. “I have some food in the back.” I threw my thumb over my shoulder. “I can make you something.”
“Oh, no.” You waved your hand dismissively. “Don’t do that.”
But I was already on my feet, moving toward the old fridge in the back room. I didn’t know what you liked, so I picked my favorite frozen dinner, and popped it in the microwave.
I tapped my fingers against the counter, hating myself for making an excuse to get away from you. But I didn’t have a choice. I had to do it to stop myself from pouncing.
The microwave beeped, and I pulled the little plastic tray out. Grabbing a fork, I went back to you, finding you sitting eagerly, eyes wide and bright, a more genuine smile on your face.
But still not the real one.
I set it on the small table in front of you and sank onto the chair on the opposite side. You hesitated, eyes flicking from the food to me, but I gestured for you to eat, and you scooted to the edge of your seat.
You devoured it. And I watched.
Occasionally, you glanced my way, your lips twisted coyly, eyes glittering beneath the dim, golden light. I never took my gaze off you.
Finally, you were done, and you leaned back, tucking one of your feet beneath you. I steepled my fingers together, waiting for you to say something. And when you finally spoke…it wasn’t what I expected.
“Do you have a deck of cards?”
I blinked.
