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Reece groans and closes his eyes, his speed increasing at whatever his imagination is now conjuring instead. Or whoever.
A hot spark ignites in my stomach, burning through the rest of my body instantly.
Despite Phil opening the door, I say, “Eyes on me,” to Reece.
Standing with my door propped half open just past Reece’s shoulder, Phil says, “About done? I’m not sure how much longer I can hold them off.”
I give him the best wince I can muster. “Sorry about the holdup. The stain’s worse than I thought.” Meeting Reece’s gaze, I ask him, “Think you can finish soon?”
His bottom jaw shifts side to side before he says, “Yes.”
I give Phil an expectant look.
“Okayyy,” he draws out, glancing between me and the back of Reece’s head. His eyes linger on Reece’s elbow bowed out to the side, but the blazer under it keeps him from probing any further.
“See you in there.”
“That you will,” I singsong as he lets the door close before he returns to the boardroom.
Dropping the saccharine charade, I grip the armrests, then tell Reece, “Duty calls.” I’ve got enough cream built up to create a couple sticky strings between my thighs.
“Spread your legs again,” he grits. “This time play with your pussy.”
“I…” Would like to. I’m planning on it actually, but later. Much later. “I’m short on time.”
“It won’t take long. You’re already dripping for me.”
“For you?”
“Yes, me. Touch your pussy. See for yourself whatmycock does toyou.”
“Would you watch?” I ask, hating the insecurity in my voice. I sound needy.
But I feel even needier. When’s the last time my own husband looked at me with hunger? Hunger forme, not just his own release? So long I can’t even come up with a day. Or month.
Or year.
“Watch?” he questions.
I brace myself for the inevitable. For the rejection. The aversion. My comeback already prepped and awaiting launch, I open my mouth to do what I do best—fight.
Reece continues first though, saying, “I won’t fucking blink.”
Keeping an eyebrow arched, I close my mouth again but spread my legs as far as my skirt allows before sticking a hand up it.
“Use it. Fuck yourself with it…for me.”
Two fingertips on my wet lips, I drag them up to my clit, circling the sensitive nub harder with each rotation until I’m panting and my own lower half is rocking against my hand, trying to find the perfect amount of friction. True to his word, Reece doesn’t so much as blink, his black eyes stuck to mine like they’re magnetized.
“I’m gonna fucking blow.”
“Then blow.”
“Only after you do.”
“Such a gentleman,” I deadpan.
“Come first or I’ll make you myself. Fuck the consequences.”
