"Jude." My name comes out broken. "If someone—"
"No one's coming. Gage has the door." I lean down, press my mouth to her ear. "I'd kill anyone who tried to take you from me."
She gasps and her hands come up to grip my shoulders. Her nails dig in through the thin fabric of my shirt and the pressure runs straight down my spine.
"Do you believe me?"
"Yes."
"Good girl."
Her whole body shudders. The same response as before—instant, uncontrollable. I've spent months learning her tells, her triggers, the words that take her apart, and this is the one that matters most. Not dirty talk, not commands. Praise. She needs someone to tell her she's good, and I'm going to tell her until she can't stand up.
My fingers find the edge of her panties, delicate and soaked through. I pull them aside and drag two fingers through her folds. She's so wet I nearly lose my mind. I push both fingers inside her and she grabs my shoulder, her mouth open, her breath gone.
"Already this ready for me." I curl them against the spot that made her shatter last time, and her hips jerk. "You came here wanting this. Dressed for it. Counted the minutes until you could have my hands on you again. You've been desperate for it, haven't you."
"Yes." The word is barely audible. "Yes, I—fuck—"
I pump my fingers in a rhythm that makes her hips rock against my hand. At the door, Gage is watching. His hands are fisted at his sides now and his whole body has gone rigid—everymuscle locked between what he wants to do and what he's letting happen.
He can't stop watching.
"He's hard," I murmur against Hope's ear. "Your guard. He's standing over there pretending not to watch you, but his cock is straining against his uniform."
Hope's eyes fly open. She looks past me toward the door, and I feel her pussy clench around my fingers.
"You like that." I add a third finger, stretching her, filling her. "You like that he's watching."
"I don't—"
"Don't lie to me, Hope. Not about this." I curl my fingers and her whole body arches. "I can feel how wet you just got. The thought of him right there—watching what I do to you—it makes you dripping wet."
She shakes her head, but her hips are grinding against my hand now, desperate little circles that say otherwise. I bring my thumb to her clit and start working it in tight circles, and she bites down on her lip hard enough to leave a mark.
"Come for me." I press harder, faster. "He can hear every sound you make. Show him what he's missing."
"Jude—fuck—I can't—"
"You can. You're so close already, I can feel it. This pretty pussy is squeezing me so tight." I drop my voice lower, rougher. "You're being such a good girl, Hope. Taking my fingers so well. Let go for me. Come."
She shatters.
The orgasm rips through her hard enough that her knees buckle. I catch her with my free hand, holding her up while the waves roll through her on my fingers. Her mouth is open but no sound comes out—just silent, desperate gasps as her body convulses around me.
I don't look away from her face. Don't look toward the door to see Gage's reaction. This is mine.
When the aftershocks fade, I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth. Her taste hits my tongue and I hold her gaze while I lick them clean, sucking each one until there's nothing left. Her eyes go wide and dark and her thighs press together.
"Bend over the table."
Her breath catches. "Here? We can't—"
"Bend over the table, Hope."
I've thought about this. Every session, every week, sitting across from her at this table while she clicks her pen and asks me questions she already knows the answers to—I've thought about clearing everything off the surface and bending her over it. The fantasy has lived in my head for months. Now the cameras are dark and the only light is amber and the only man between us and the corridor has already made his choice.
She turns and leans forward. Her hands flatten on the table surface, her clipboard pushed aside. The angle puts her facing the door—facing Gage, his silhouette framed in the amber emergency light. I told her to bend over knowing exactly what the angle would give her. Her ass presses back against my cock, and when I rock my hips forward she moans at the contact.
