Page 60 of Fall Apart

“Nice, enjoy it. We’re leaving for Bend next Thursday. Looking forward to the time off.”

I switch off my camera and relax, leaning back in the desk chair. Knowing Jessica, this will be a pretty casual call with her if she’s distracted in the car with her husband.

After a couple minutes of chatting, Ani gets up and trots excitedly to the kitchen, which is when I hear the front door open and close. Seconds later, Clay stops in the office door, grinning from ear to ear. Of course, he’s shirtless, part of his normal lunch routine to come home, do house chores, eat and let Ani out.

Is it distracting? Yes.

Do I mind it? No, definitely not.

I’m glad I’m not on video though because I turn fire engine red, knowing that he’s grinning because he saw the toy on the counter. His dimples and his muscles immediately disarm me. It’s criminally unfair to look like that.

He continues to stand there, grinning at me. I roll my eyes at him and mouththank you,cocking my head side to side, trying to show I’m being sarcastic.

He crosses his arms and chuckles, which only makes his muscular chest puff out more. He mimes in questionvideo,one side of his lips quirk up into a smirk.

I give him a puzzled look shaking my head no and shrugging my shoulders. He grins and disappears, leaving me to my call.

“So, what’s your timeline looking like for next steps?” Jessica asks. I reply, but my attention is only half there because Clay has reappeared in the doorway. Still shirtless, which is distracting enough, but now with a flat-out sinful grin. His smoldering green eyes lock on me and I can feel my skin heat under his gaze.

He walks towards me, practically like a wolf stalking his prey. He leans forward on the other side of the desk, looking down at me and mouthsno video?

I nod, almost unable to form words in his presence and unsure of what he’s thinking about it. Until he pulls his hand from behind his back and setsiton the desk. The big, sparkly fucking dildo and a bottle of lube.

My eyes go wide and I click mute, hearing Jessica in the background arguing with her husband about the GPS. “Clay, what the actual fuck? I’m not playing with that right now. Are you batshit crazy?”

He laughs, smug as ever and grins back at me with a smile that makes me ache between my legs. His deep, gravelly voice only heightens how much I want him. “Youare not going to play with it. You are just going to scoot that pretty little ass to the edge of the seat, lean back, and let me have the meal I’ve been thinking about all morning so I can focus when I go back to work.”

Holy shit. The balls on him. Like literally, I’ve seen them. But also figuratively. Not wanting to let him enjoy getting to me, I collectmyself and flick my ponytail over my shoulder, and thank god I’m still on mute. “Aw, did you get that because you knew you couldn’t please a real woman?” I know very well that he can, but I’m not letting him have the satisfaction of knowing that I’ve been thinking about him all morning too.

He snorts a laugh before grabbing the dildo, dropping to his knees and crawling under the desk. His desk. It’s almost as comical as it is hot. He’s 6’3”, but this man is on his knees now, barely fitting under the desk. He rests his head on my thigh and is looking up at me with nothing but playful lust in his deep emerald eyes. I drop my hand to him, running it over the stubble on his jaw.

“So, Lizzy, do you think you can send over your initial findings?” Jessica’s voice makes my eyes go wide for the second time in minutes.

Shit. I click unmute. “Yeah, that’s doable.” I click mute again, looking down at Clay. “Are you serious?” I don’t even know why I asked. I know he is. Everything about him is always so serious.

He nods, which only drags his stubble along my leggings, making the ache in my core that much more intense. “Fine, but you have to be quiet.”

I grab the bottle of lube from the desk, tapping it against his forehead while I raise my eyebrows at him. “And don’t you need this?”

He snorts a laugh, reaching both of his big hands around me and looping his calloused fingers into the waistband of my leggings. Even with them on, I still can feel the warmth of his breath, making me squirm. “I’m not the one who should worry about being quiet. And that-” He snatches the bottle from my hand. “That was more of a courtesy. I know you’re already fucking soaked for me.” He takes one finger, running it down from my waist over the fabric to my clit. I watch him grin as I squirm when his finger traces over the wet fabric.

“Oh, fuck you, Clay.” His lips quirk up and he takes both hands, tugging my leggings down slowly to my ankles.

“Careful what you wish for.” The sensation of his warm breath and stubble between my now very bare legs is almost too much already.

I roll my eyes until he looks away and starts to plant a trail of kisses up my legs until he reaches my clit. He wraps his big hands around me and pulls me closer to the edge of the seat, spreading my legs wider and propping them on his shoulders. I’m completely exposed to him, but I trust him completely right now.

“So, let’s put some time on the calendar next week before you’re out. We can go over your notes and next steps.” The tip of Clay’s tongue traces from the wetness pulling at my opening up to my throbbing clit.

I click unmute. “Yes, perfect, that works.”

I click mute again, just in time for a whimper to escape my lips.

Clay’s muffled laugh against my clit makes my thighs squeeze his head. Except the burn of his stubble only drives me more insane because it feels so good against my skin. “Careful now, you almost let that one slip out and I’m just getting started.”

Holy shit. This is hot. This is wild.

I run my fingers through his hair looking down at him. The sight of this man with no shirt between my legs working my body is pornographic. This is the stuff I read about. Men like him don’t exist in real life.

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