Possessiveness curled around my spine and weaved its way around my ribcage.
She was mine.
So very mine.
Her fingers swirled around her clit before dipping inside her. I watched, enraptured, and she fucked herself. Her head fell back, eyes closed and she ground her pussy against her palm.
“Open your eyes, Indie. I want you to watch the way I come apart for you.” My breaths were ragged. I was desperate to drag this out. To watch her like this for hours.
Her eyes connected with mine through the screen, her lips parted in the same rapture I felt under her gaze.
“Fuck, I need—” Her words cut off.
“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”
Pornographic sounds filtered through both our screens, her sweet little noises really doing it for me.
Words seemed to escape her. I knew the feeling.
“You’re doing such a good job, Indie.”
She quivered, and I knew she was close. I jerked myself faster, needing to come with her.
“Come for me, beautiful.”
We shattered together. She was shaky and gorgeous as my cum soaked my hand and pants.
We sat in silence for a moment as our breathing regulated in sync.
Not something I ever thought I would do at work on a Tuesday morning—both of us nearly sharing space with the corpses one room over—but we had a lot of lost time to make up for and I felt no shame or guilt about it. I loved seeing her like this. Loved everything about her.
She tugged her shirt back into place and picked her discarded leggings up from the floor. “Should we start every work day like this?”
“Not the worst idea,” I said thoughtfully. “Though, I would much rather have you in person.”
“Also an option,” she noted, pulling her pants back on. “A damn good one.”
I righted my own pants and took a sip of my coffee.
“I wanted to make a ‘I think I hear my boss coming’ joke, but I thought it would probably ruin the mood.”
I laughed. Hard. “I find it hard to believe you had the wherewithal to think anything during that particular moment.”
“You’re right. I only just thought of it now.”
“I’m picking you up for lunch,” I told her. “Expect me around noon.”
We said our respective goodbyes and I looked down at the mess I’d made of my pants.
And then looked at the coffee I held in my hand. It was lukewarm at best at this point.
I guessed I was going to have to change before I could start my day, and I would have to walk by Amelia on my way to the living quarters.
I steeled myself and dumped the coffee on my crotch.
The things we do for love.
INDIE
