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“Get ahold of yourself, Sophia,” I whisper desperately.
But I can’t.
Whatever inspired Lucas Hale to jerk off in his office while murmuring my name, it’s like the same thing has infected me.
Even just thinking back to it, I can feel my body temperature rising. Flashes of his muscular forearm, his hooded eyes, and his veiny cock all attack my body and mind. The dampness between my legs is still there, and instead of easing up now that I’m out of his office, it’s only getting worse.
Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about what was on his mind. In his fantasy, were we fucking on his desk, him taking me from behind, or in his chair, with me on top? Were we naked or clothed? Did he rake those large hands over my body, groping me with possessive touches, or did he let me take control?
No, there’s nothing about Lucas Hale that says he’s submissive in any way.
He would dominate me. Possess me.
I whimper, throwing one arm over my face as I bite my lower lip.Stop thinking shit like that, Sophia. You’re only making this worse.
God, I’m so turned on that my clit is throbbing. Unable to help myself, I reach down with my free hand, unzipping my skirt a little and slipping my hand into my panties. “Wet” feels like an understatement as I slide my fingers over my folds, and another rush of embarrassment mixed with arousal pours through me. When I brush my fingertips over my clit, my whole body jerks, and I have to suppress a gasp.
It feels so fucking good. It feelsnecessary. Like if I don’t do this, I’ll die. I’ll spontaneously combust from all the pent up heat trapped inside my body.
Tilting my head back a little and squeezing my eyes closed, I start to work my clit faster, losing myself in thoughts of Lucas.
My movements are quick and hard as I imagine him shirtless again, like he was the morning I first started working for him and had to meet him at his house. He’s built like a fucking god, all brawny muscle and tanned skin beneath those perfectly tailored and expensive suits he usually wears.
He didn’t look so perfectly put together in his office. He looked unkempt in the best fucking way, and I can’t help but imagine what it would’ve been like if he hadn’t just kept touching himself when I walked in. What if he had gestured for me to come closer? Would I have done it?
Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never beenthatmuch of a wild girl, but in the safety of my imagination, I pretend I would have. I picture myself striding over to him, and him pulling me down onto his lap. I picture him bending me over his desk, whispering words of filthy praise in my ear as he works my skirt up over my hips. My muscles tense as I picture him driving into me, imagining the stretch of his massive cock.
And just like that, I’m done for.
An orgasm slams into me like that car almost did the night Lucas saved my life. I shudder from head to toe, my knees almost giving out as I gasp for breath, pleasure pulsing through me in wave after wave. It seems to go on for a full minute, and just when I think its ebbing away, another little jolt passes through me.
I lower the arm that’s still pressed over my face, blinking against the warm light of the bathroom, which suddenly seems too bright. It takes a few minutes for my pulse to return to anything near normal, and when it does, I fix my skirt, smooth my hair, take a deep breath, and slide the lock out of the stall door.
Bending over the sink to wash my hands, I study my face in the mirror. I’m glowing, dazed, and a little frazzled looking. I almost look freshly fucked.
All that, and he never even touched me.
Holy shit. That’s some powerful sex appeal, Mr. Hale.
I’m not quite ready to rejoin the rest of the office yet, but I don’t dare hide out in the bathroom much longer, since I really don’t want anybody to notice my absence and start asking where I’ve been. After rechecking my appearance one more time, as thoughI-just-masturbated-in-the-office bathroomwould genuinely be marked somewhere in my features, I head out of the bathroom.
As soon as I’m in the hall, I realize that I may be less hormonal now, but I’m just as lost as when I left his office.
What do I do now?
I should talk to him. This is definitely something that needs to be talked about. But what if he thinks I was offended?ShouldI be offended? I probably should be. I’m not, though. Just outrageously turned on, even now, after I just came.
Did he know he was turning me on? Could he possibly have any idea what watching him did to me?
I suck in a steadying breath.Be brave, Sophia. This will only fester if you don’t talk it out with him right now.
I take three confident strides in the direction of his office, then turn on my heel. Now I’m striding confidently toward the elevator to go back to what I was supposed to be doing before I accidentally walked in on him.
It’s not cowardice, I tell myself.It’s time management. He’s busy, and so am I. I’ll talk to him about it later.
The next few hours are a blur. Naamah seems to know that I can’t focus, or she’s just tired of training me for the day, or she got too busy, or something. Regardless, she sends me off to do random errands for her, which leaves me a whole lot of time for images of Lucas stroking his cock to my name to flash through my head, making me stumble with sudden, outrageous desire.
It’s a clear sign that I’m going to have to figure out how to deal with this. I can’t work with these constant dirty thoughts rampaging through my head. I’ll have to talk to him today… in his office. At his desk.Onhis desk. Straddling his chair, up against the wall, bent over the windowsill…
