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My smile fades, and I blink at her.

“Oh, God. You hate it,” she cries, noticing my less-than-enthusiastic reaction.

“No, it’s fine. It sounds…hot as fuck, baby.”

“Then why did you look like I just suggested we paint each other’s fingernails?”

I open my mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. How can I tell her that I reacted that way because just a few moments ago, I remembered that very same scenario with Eden? That until that day with her, masturbating with someone was something I would have dreaded. That mutual masturbation requires a level of intimacy and vulnerability I only had with one other person.

“I just…was hoping I could touch you,” I say, running my hands up her thighs.

“I know,” she replies, “but I heard somewhere that if we watch each other touch ourselves, we’ll know better how the other person does it. So we can please each other. We don’t have to, though.”

“Yes, we do. You’re right. It is so hot. In fact…” I lift her from my lap and place her on her feet. Then I use my arm to sweep away all the papers and files on my desk. They fall to the floor in a mess I’ll have to clean up later. I place my hands under Jade’s arms and lift her onto the desk in front of me. “I want to watch you masturbate right on my desk so every day I can picture it while I work.”

I drop into my office chair and lean back, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants as I stare at her. Jade is biting her bottom lip with a mischievous smile.

“Touch yourself, baby. Let me see you.”

“Well, now I’m nervous,” she replies, looking to the side.

I roll the chair so I’m sitting between her legs. Then I clench my jaw, remembering that night with someone else. I reach into my unbuttoned pants and pull out my cock.

Jade’s eyes dilate at the sight, and she watches as I stroke myself.

It’s like déjà vu. After a few minutes of watching me, she reaches down under her skirt, sliding her panties to the side and showing me as she touches herself.

But something is different this time. It has nothing to do with this being a different person and everything to do with this dynamic between us. Jade needs my encouragement and my support. She needsme. I’m not doing this to impress her or please her. I’m doing this because I want to be the person she trusts. The person to take care of her.

I was Eden’s.

Jade is mine.

I’m stroking faster now, sliding my thumb through the precum leaking from the tip. And I can’t take my eyes away from the way she touches herself. Her middle finger strums fiercely on her clit, pressing down so hard her nail has turned white.

“Lie down, baby. Let me see you.”

She reclines across the surface of my desk, letting her hair hang over the edge as she spreads her legs for me. I release my cock long enough to tug her panties down her legs.

Her fingers return to her cunt, and her thighs clench around her hand. Standing up, I continue stroking myself as she watches. I find myself smiling down at her, admiring just how beautiful and brave this woman is.

And for some reason, she wants to be mine.

“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice strained.

“Mm-hmm,” she replies with her lips pressed together.

“God, you’re so perfect,” I say, shoving down that evil voice that likes to pop up in moments like these, reminding me that Jade istooperfect for me.

“So are you,” she replies sweetly. “I love watching you do that.”

“Let me see you come on my desk, baby. My dirty, filthy girl. Show me how fucking nasty you can be.”

Talking her through it does the trick. Her mouth hangs open, and a desperate-sounding moan escapes her lips. I watch her pussy as she comes, pulsing under her finger, slick with her arousal.

My balls tighten, and the head of my dick swells moments before I press the tip to her belly, shooting my cum all over her.

“Fuck, Jade.” I groan as I finish. “I love it when you visit me at work.”

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