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He. Was. My.Boss.
Dealing with this arousal myself wasn’t exactly the best moral outcome here either, but I knew my body well enough to know it wasn’t going to disappear by itself.
Without my earbuds in, I could clearly hear the shower running, even through my closed bedroom door.
Was he really finishing up in there? Was he really finishing off touching himself?
“Shit,” I whispered, sliding my hand down between my legs. My fingers brushed over the outside of my yoga pants, and my muscles clenched when I pressed hard as if it would stem the ache.
I would need more than a hot bath after what I was about to do.
I would need to bathe in bloody holy water.
I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my yoga pants, parting my legs. Evidence of my arousal was on my underwear as I slid them to the side and touched my fingers to my clit. My fingers moved easily through my wetness, and I bit the inside of my lower lip as I gently pushed one inside myself.
The side of my hand beneath my thumb brushed against my clit, and I adjusted my hips, adding a second finger. I moved them slowly as the shame of what I was doing washed over me.
I was masturbating over my boss.
Over my naked, wet, boss who might have been touching himself in the shower at that very moment.
“Ah,” I breathed, then quickly covered my mouth.
Why was I so turned on by this? By the thought of him stroking his cock in the shower right now as I touched myself?
I was wrong. This was wrong. He was right there, and I was lying here, fucking myself with my fingers at the thought of him getting off.
I needed to finish this.
I slid my fingers out and up towards my clit and quickly found the sensitive spot. I turned my face so my mouth was buried in the crook of my elbow to muffle my quiet moans, then rubbed my clit with my middle finger.
The pleasure that’d built up inside me since the moment I’d laid eyes on Theodore pleasuring himself quickly spilt over, sweeping through me in less than a minute. My clit throbbed beneath my fingertip, and my previously tensed muscles released aside from some light twitching.
What was I doing?
My phone vibrated on the other side of the bed, and I gasped, yanking my hand out from between my legs and wiping my fingers on my yoga pants. They were dirty anyway, and I’d dropped my towel, and I’d already lost my whole fucking mind, so what was a little more stupidity today?
I grabbed my phone with the least sinful of my two hands and typed in my passcode to read the text.
THE BASTARD: The bathroom is empty. I put your towels on the radiator in there.
ME: Thank you.
THE BASTARD: We’ll talk later.
That didn’t sound ominous at all.
But for now… maybe I would just grab my towels and take a shower in my en-suite bathroom.
I wasn’t sure I was in any state to be in the main one right now, and if there was any chance that I could avoid him, I was going to take it.
CHAPTER NINETEEN – CHLOE
Stick Like Glue
It was easier to avoid someone while living in the same house as them than I thought it would be.
Last night, I’d cooked dinner while Theodore was getting some work done and texted him that it was on the counter for him, and that was the last communication we’d had until this morning when I’d turned on the coffee machine at seven a.m. on the dot and shouted that I was making his coffee.
