I’m wearing a dress today, so it’s easy enough to reach down and pull up the hem of my skirt. And if anyone walks by my open door—please don’t let them walk by my door—my desk should block the exposed skin. It will simply look like I have my hand in my lap—or so I tell myself. Thank God classes haven’t started yet. There are only a handful of us staff members around.
I slide my fingers slowly up my thigh. It won’t take much, at least. In spite of everything, my body is already responding, my nerves prickling at the sheer wickedness of it all. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
I press my finger against my underwear. There’s already a small damp spot, and ev toward the place where 6Npaen that light, indirect friction sends a tremor through my flesh.
On the other end of the line, Calder is completely silent.
“Are you going to help me?” I ask.
“No. I want it to be all you.”
All me. As if I don’t imagine him when I touch myself, as if I don’t remember the way his hands and lips and cock feel. As if I haven’t relived it over and over again in my mind these past few weeks. He caught me touching myself once, back at his mansion. It preceded the first time he and I ever had sex—rough, amazing sex in the backseat of my Honda while the rain fell around us.
If I’m going to do this, then I’m going to make sure he gets as hot and bothered as I do.
“I bet you wish you could see this,” I whisper into the phone as I slide the edge of my panties aside. “You like watching me, don’t you?”
He doesn’t respond.
“How long did you watch me last time? How long did you wait before you dove into the car and fucked me?”
I let my middle finger slip down between my wet folds, and I suck in a breath as the heel of my hand brushes against the sensitive nub at my crest.
“I’ve watched you, too,” I say. It’s the first time I’ve ever admitted it out loud. “From the secret passage outside your room.”
Calder chuckles deep in his throat. I’ve always suspected that he knew, but he seems to enjoy the confirmation.
“Naughty girl,” he says, his voice husky. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
God, did I ever. I start to respond, but suddenly Morgan bursts into my office.
“I’m running down the street to grab some coffee,” she says. “Need an afternoon pick-me-up?”
She speaks loudly enough that Calder hears.
“Don’t stop,” he growls.
I shake my head frantical nipples and crotch somethingpaly at Morgan and point helplessly at my phone with the hand that isn’t currently moving between my legs.
“Oooh,” she says, finally seeing the cell wedged beneath my ear. “So sorry!” But then her mouth curls up in a smile and she takes a step forward, mouthing, “Is it him?”
She’s close enough now that she’d be able to see what I’m doing if she decided to look down. I slide my chair forward, hiding what I can beneath the desk.
“I’ll talk to you later?” I say. My voice sounds strained, panicked. In my ear I hear Calder chuckle again, but Morgan doesn’t seem to notice my distress.
“Of course,” she says. She turns on her heel and moves back down the hall, and I let out a sigh of relief.
“You aren’t done yet, are you?” Calder asks.
No, but I want to get this over quickly before anyone else decides to stop by. I shift slightly, spreading my thighs and slipping my finger inside. I increase the pressure on my clit as I begin to work my finger in and out.
As much as I’d like to think I’m being completely silent, I know Calder can tell exactly how close I am.
“Tell me about this time you watched me,” he says. “I want to hear all the details.”
I’m too preoccupied to hold much of a conversation, but I try.
“The first night I was at your estate,” I say breathlessly. “I went into the secret passage. I wandered along until I found your room. You were naked.”
There’s a long silence on the other end, but I’m emboldened by this wicked little confession. I slip another finger in along with the first, moving them roughly, quickly. I’m close now. My breathing is shallow, fast, desperate. Beads of sweat dribble down my back, and my cheeks are flaming hot. If anyone walked by now there’d be no hiding what I’m doing.
“You watched me from the passage?” Calder prompts.
“Yes…” I bite down on my lip to keep from breathing so loudly.
He strides " aid="lp>“Just watched?”
Crap, I’m so close… “I… touched… myself…”
Calder groans, and that nearly pushes me over the edge—but not quite. It’s his next words that do it.
“Come for me, Lily. Come, now.”
Pleasure tears through me, and I gasp and clutch the edge of the desk. My head falls back against the chair, my eyes drop closed as I follow ecstasy to its peak and back down again. I’m still panting when Calder speaks.
“Well, I should leave you to compose yourself,” he says, sounding far too pleased with himself. “You probably still have work to do, don’t you?”
It takes me a moment to put together a coherent response.
“What about your turn?” I ask.
“I’ll be waiting.”
Oh, I bet he will. And after what he just put me through, he better be ready for something good.
CHAPTER SIX
I can’t believe I just did that.
One final shiver of pleasure ripples through me as I stand up. I take a deep breath and move on shaky legs to my door before stumbling down the hall to the bathroom.
That went even better than expected. I know I should feel ashamed, or at least a little embarrassed, but I don’t. I feel completely victorious.
Well, okay—not completely victorious. Calder hit me by surprise with that one. I should have seen it coming.. It gives me hope.
But for a minute, I felt like us again. There was no weird tension, no stress or secrets or scandals. Just us, without the rest of the world. I couldn’t see Calder’s face, but I heard his voice and I know he felt it too.
I lean over the sink and splash water on my cheeks. My skin is still flushed, but there’s not much I can do about that. I can, however, pull off my panties, which are uncomfortably wet at this point.
As I clean myself up, I start thinking about what I’m going to ask him to do on his turn. Now that I’ve had this reminder of how things can be between us, I’m going to throw everything I have into this game. Besides, after that dare he gave me, I’m aching for a little payback.