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“Yeah,” her voice is a whisper as her gaze drags back up to mine, “okay.”
Fuck!
What the hell is wrong with me?
How the hell do I pull out of this?
I push the bathroom door open, step into the dark, and twist the lock behind me before splashing cold water over my face. Maybe I should’ve gone out back and stuck my hard dick straight into a snowbank. That would probably have been the most effective solution.
Cold water runs down my neck as I rattle through the multiplication tables again, but my brain pushes away twelve times sixteen for images of Mabel lying back on her desk, her soft little hand tucked into her skirt.
Jesus Christ, the sounds I’d bet that woman could make.
My cock reacts to the thought, and soon I’m unzipping my jeans and jerking myself off like a wild fucking animal. What is happening?
It’s better than the alternative, at least that’s what I tell myself as I beat my dick to thoughts of how tight and warm Mabel’s sopping, virgin pussy must feel. It’s what I tell myself as I imagine her bent over my desk, her tight little skirt pulled to her hips, my hands tucked into the curves of her thighs, her ass bouncing as I plow forward.
Fuck.
Would she let me order her to her knees? Would she blink up at me with those pretty hazel eyes? Would she beg me for more?
I jerk my cock faster to thoughts of her perfect round tits swaying as I hunch forward and come all over my hand like a goddamn heathen.
This isn’t okay! I shouldn’t have done that, and I’m still fucking horny!
Fuck!
I run the water to the sink and blow out a heavy breath, my heart pounding as thoughts of what I’ll say when I open the door rattle through me, though the only words that come to mind are commands. Commands I can’t well say. Commands that have Mabel on her knees, blinking up with my come dripping from her lips.
I need fucking help.
Chapter Five
Mabel
“What do you mean he disappeared into the bathroom?” My friend Allie strikes a match as she speaks into her phone. “Like, how long has he been gone?”
“I don’t know. Ten minutes, maybe.”
“Okay, maybe he had a stomachache.”
I think back to how hard Mike’s dick was when he left the room. “No, he’s embarrassed. I said something stupid and now he’s probably thinking about how to fire me. I can’t lose this job. I don’t even know what’s out there for me if I’m not Mike’s assistant. I mean, he pays me way more than he should, and—”
“He’s not going to fire you! Mike loves you. He treats you like family. Whatever you said can’t be that bad.” Allie strikes another match.
“What are you doing?”
“The lights went out so I’m lighting every candle in the house. It’s going to smell like the candle shop in here and we’ll all have headaches, but at least we’ll be able to find our way to the bathroom. Maybe that’s why Mike’s been gone so long. Maybe he got lost in the dark and can’t find his way back.”
The space heater clicks on again, further muting the low whisper I’m using as I say, “No, trust me on this one. I messed things up.”
“What did you say?”
My chest tightens. “I… I think I might of… the conversation turned a little sexual.”
“Okay,” she laughs. “That’s normal… ish. You’re two hot, unmarried people stuck in a room together for the foreseeable future, so you flirted a little. Everyone does it. Hell,” her voice drops a little, “even married people do it. My husband, for instance. I’m sure he’s out flirting right now.”
“What?”
