I wanted to sink my teeth into her.
“I just wanted to see your face before I get to work,” she said, closing the back door of the crematorium and locking it.
She walked toward her office and plopped down in the chair behind her desk.
“I’m glad you did because I wanted to see yours too.”
She set her phone on the desk, leaning it against what I assumed was her computer screen so that her hands were free.
“I was considering offering to let you see more than my face, but I’m not sure how my boss would react if he found out I was having video sex with my boyfriend on the clock.”
Her words sent a rush of blood straight to my cock, causing it to strain painfully against my zipper. I readjusted myself, myeyes darting to my office door. Had I locked it? I couldn’t tell from this far away, and I couldn’t peel myself away from my phone screen for long enough to check.
Amelia knew better at this point to enter without knocking, and she rarely came into my office to begin with.
“I have a feeling your boss will be just fine. I doubt he would even reprimand you if he found out. I heard he fucked his girlfriend on his desk a few days ago.”
“Did he?” She feigned shock, running her hands along her rib cage until she palmed her breasts.
She curled her fingers under the fabric of her v-neck, pulling the stretchy material down until her breasts were exposed, the rush of air pebbling her rosy nipples.
My mouth watered at the sight.
“First no panties, now no bra?” I raised an eyebrow at her. Had she planned this?
“Comfort is key,” she said, running her hands over her nipples.
“I like your idea of comfort.” I worked my cock through my pants. Slow. Rough. I was seconds away from saying fuck this work day and driving over to christen her office in the way we had mine.
Perhaps shehadbeen onto something when she said forming a relationship with me could impact her job. It sure as fuck impacted mine. Half the time I couldn’t fucking think about anything but her. I was addicted. Not just to her body and the amazing sex we had, but toher.
She made me happier than I could ever remember being before she came into my life. It was like all the things that had plagued me in the past were less incessant in my mind because I didn’t have room left in my brain for much of anything that didn’t involve Indie.
“Too bad you aren’t wearing a skirt,” I noted.
“Yes.” She stood, peeling her leggings down her thighs. “Too bad.”
She tossed them to the side and sat back down. This time she pulled her feet into the seat with her, sitting in such a way that I had the perfect view of every exposed part of her.
I unbuttoned my pants, no longer able to help myself. Cock in hand, I said, “Show me how you fuck yourself when I’m not there, Indie.”
“You mean show you what I’ve done every night for the last year up until you showed your face in my life again?”
My heart stuttered at that. She hadn’t been with anyone else either?
She smiled, probably at the shocked look I gave her.
I stroked myself and watched as her face transformed again. God, I wanted to touch her. To kiss her. I angled my phone so she could better see. “Yes. And I’ll show you the same.”
I wanted her to know that she was it for me. That she’dbeenit for me even when I thought I’d never see her again.
I couldn’t look at anyone else—hadn’t considered it. Celibacy was not for the weak, I’d found in years past. But knowing she was out there somewhere, just existing… it was one of the easiest things I’d ever done.
I’d asked myself so many times—why?Because it didn’t make sense—probably made me certifiable that I was so obsessive about someone I had barely spent ten minutes with.
I had the answer to that now.We were inevitable.
I was somewhat relieved to know she was just as fucking nuts.
