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Noah
My room feels small and my bed too large.
I tossed and turned last night, unable to stop thinking about Brazen. Our kisses, the way his eyes had felt on me when I stood naked on that stage, his genuine reaction when I opened up to him. I’d fretted over the plan for the entire day while Brazen was out of the office, but I had known I had to put myself out there. He would be worth the jump.
My imagination hadn’t given what actually happened any justice.
When I think about him this morning, as sunlight peeks through my windows . . .
My nails rake up my skin.
I grow wet between my legs as my memory replays last night.
My breathing hitches when my fingers dip below my panty line and find my clit.
I moan into my free hand.
I pretend it’s Brazen’s hand on me.
My fingers rotate against my wetness. My reserve dulls, and my pleasure intensifies. I imagine Brazen lying atop me with intense eyes and working me up. Everything about the way he looks at me tells me how beautiful I am. His eyes display his want, and he voices those needs with his lips. It’s the same way he looked at me as he painted me. I slide a finger inside me and continue to stimulate myself with my thumb. I find a rhythm, and soon, my leg muscles are locking up. I’m biting the skin of my palm to keep from calling out. Internally, I scream Brazen’s name as I come. My knees go weak, and I go lax within my sheets.
Good morning, Noah!
That is definitely a great start to my day.
Brush teeth.
Shower.
Breakfast.
Final touches.
I rush through my morning routine in order to get to the office, to get to Brazen.
Once I arrive, I find I’m alone again with Sunday.
“Morning!” I exclaim after busting into the office.
“Do you have an off button for that chipperness?” Sunday drones.
“Not a morning person?” I ask, taking a seat at my desk.
“No, not particularly. Maybe in my next life.”
I leave Sunday to her coffee and let her wake up while I attend to my paperwork. But, within a few minutes, a middle-aged woman walks through the office door, and I stand to greet her. Sunday beats me to it. She passes by me and envelops the woman in a hug. As they pull apart, I know exactly who this woman is.
Blue swirled with green. Her eyes match Brazen’s.
The woman, who I am sure is Brazen’s mom, looks my way.
“Well, you’re such a beautiful young thing. What’s your name, sweetie?” she asks while coming closer.
Sunday answers before I can speak for myself, “This is our new assistant, Noah. Noah, this is Beth, Brazen’s mom.”
Yeah, I called that one.
I step forward. “It’s great to meet you, Mrs. Hale.”
