Page 81 of Tactically Acquired

She slowly reached across me and grabbed the phone, turning off the volume. “I’m guessing you didn’t want that on.”

I swallowed hard, then shook my head.

Her eyes flicked back to my still-hard dick in my hand. “Do you need some help with that?”

God, did I ever. Fuck, that was so wrong. “Uh…no.”

“Because it looks like you haven’t quite finished.”

Hell. I took a deep breath and willed my cock to go down, but the way she continued to stare at me only made me harder. My hand started moving involuntarily as I watched the way her tongue darted out and licked her lips.

“Fuck, don’t do that,” I muttered.

“Do what?” she asked, her head slowly sliding to the side as she watched me stroke myself.

“You’re gonna have to stop watching me,” I panted, unable to stop myself.

“Is that really what you want?”

I shook my head, my eyes dropping to her breasts as her chest heaved. She was fucking turned on. “Are you wet?” I growled.

When she didn’t answer and only stared at my cock, I nearly lost it.

“Take off your pants and touch your pussy. Tell me how wet you are.” Fuck, I could hear the strain in my voice, how desperate I sounded.

It took a few seconds, but she complied, stripping off her pants and spreading her legs for me. Fuck, even in the dark, I could see her pussy glistening for me. She was fucking soaked, desperate for my cock.

I slid my thumb over the tip of my cock and groaned as her fingers slid through her pussy and pushed inside. “Yeah, that’s it,” I panted. “Fuck yourself. Is that what you need?”

“Not even a little,” she moaned. “I need your cock in me.”

I swallowed hard, barely restraining myself. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“You’re already fucking your hand. Why not give in?”

Because she was a client. Because I could still tell myself I hadn’t crossed a line as long as I was over here—not touching her.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I hissed. “Come with me.”

Her fingers slid over her clit, swirling around it in circles. I watched intently as she got herself off, memorized the motion as if I was going to use it someday. If only.

My whole body tightened and I choked on a gasp as I watched her mouth open in a silent moan as she shattered. I wanted to go to her, to lick her pussy as she creamed all over my face. And that was all it took for me to come hard, spillingmy cum all over my hand and legs. Even as the last dregs of my orgasm left me, I kept stroking myself, watching as her fingers came to rest on her pussy. She was fucking exhausted, and all I could think about was going for round two, only this time I’d be buried inside her.

That snapped me out of my thoughts enough to realize what I had done. I stood and yanked up my boxers, grabbing my towel to wipe myself down. Fuck, that was bad. How the fuck could I have done that? Instead of discouraging her from wanting more, I’d just fucking jacked off with her. I couldn’t stay in here anymore. I couldn’t be trusted with her. Not even my wall of pillows was enough to keep me from screwing this up.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled.

“I gotta get outta here.”

“Why?”

I choked on a laugh. “Why? Because I just jacked off and begged you to get yourself off while I watched. That’s why.”

“It was sexy.”

“It was fucking wrong.”

She sighed and flopped back. “If you say so. Do you always do everything you’re supposed to?”

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