I skim the message, my heart stopping when I read the very first line.
‘We’re pleased to invite you into the Blue Matrix team of risk analysts.’
The message goes on, but I click out of the email and exhale loudly.
“What’s wrong?” Bella presses. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just wasn’t expecting that.”
“Maybe this is the answer you’ve been looking for?”
“What’s that?”
“Well, clearly you don’t want to leave your current position.”
I drag in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “No, you’re right. I need to play with my vibrator, release some of this energy, and make a real-life, grown-up decision that doesn’t involve a fantasy world.”
“That’s boring,” Bella huffs, taking another bite of what I assume is a chip. “I say you wait until the kids are asleep, sneak into the giant’s room naked, tell him about this job, and see what he does to keep you.”
“I mean, that would be pretty straightforward.”
“Exactly.”
“So maybe you do that with this construction guy.”
“No, no, no. See… you’ve got it all wrong. The difference here is that I can tell Cash actually likes you. The construction dude doesn’t even know I exist.”
“Well, technically he knows you exist.”
“Technically,” she repeats, crunching away. I can tell she’s going to avoid the topic of her own issues again.
I love Bella. She’s by far the sweetest, most sensitive friend I have, but that girl has the hardest shell of any human I’ve ever met. Granted, she’s got reasons. “Anyway,” she deflects brightly, “go do all the things I told you to do and report back in the morning with your results. Love you!”
“Love you more.” I hang up the line, click off the lamp by the bed, and set the phone on the nightstand.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to show up in his bedroom naked, though the fantasy of it all sends me straight back to the bedside table for my pink vibrator. It’s the strongest one I have, and though she can be a little noisy, I’m thinking I’ve earned it tonight.
I turn music on with my phone to muffle the noise of the vibration as I lift my panties and sink the thick vibrating head against my already sopping clit, trying to relax my body.
My intentions are to think of some random stranger touching me. Some faceless man with big arms, solid shoulders, streaks of dark ink, and a burly, salty beard. However, despite my best efforts, the faceless man turns to Cash quickly. At first, I can feel his rough hands sliding up my frame. Then, I can hear his rumbling voice dragging low in my ear. It doesn’t take long before I see his dark eyes on mine, and I imagine what he’d feel like pressing inside of me, his cock thick and hot.
My nipples spear as I work my clit, imagining his massive frame crashing into me, one solid thump after the next.
Yes, dear God, that’s all I want. His big, masculine body slapping into me over and over again. His come left inside of me, in my throat, on my skin.
A moan escapes, and with it, a creak of the bedroom door follows.
“Hello?” I manage, flicking off the vibrator. “Is someone there?”
Silence ensues for at least a minute, so I figure I’m imagining things and go back to my thrumming clit, pressing the vibrator in even harder.
A moment later, I hear the creak again, and this time, I go full stop and sit up from the bed.
“Who’s there?”
Cash clears his throat, and my heart stops.
How long has he been standing there?
