Page 53 of Afternoon Delight
“I might have. Once or twice.” He scratched his nose.
“I’m starting to think that’s all you do, you know.”
“You’re enabling it, pushing all these toys on me. I’ll remind you that I’m doing it for you.” He pretended to be very affronted and glanced toward his shop.
“I thought it was for humankind at large.”
“It is. I’m a very magnanimous person. So go. Do it. I’ll stand here and watch the shop. Because I’m nice that way.”
“I suspect you’re actually kinky as hell.”
“Getting there, but either way, you get an orgasm, so where’s the problem?”
The problem was that I’d be rubbing one out while he was standing right there. Which made me a little kinky—but the heavy, wicked pressure already sitting in my pelvis told me I didn’t care. And something about him knowing exactly what I was doing was titillating. It wasn’t as though he didn’t know I masturbated. We’d been reporting our orgasms like birders logging yellow-breasted tits.
“Take that in there if you need to,” he said, nodding at the book.
“No, I’ll leave it here for you to peruse.” I set it on the edge of the desk like a dare and sauntered into the bathroom.
I closed the door, glanced once at myself, then turned my back on that lusty-eyed bitch. Leaning my hips on the sink, I lifted my skirt. It was a three-quarter length, button-front in striped cotton—perfect for the moody spring weather. I set my feet wide in my boots and found the placket of my thong damp.
I pushed it aside and plunged my fingers into the slick valley of my pussy lips. I was so wet it barely gave enough friction. But I was so aroused, the rush of stimulation hit instantly. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and imagined Zak walking through the unlocked door.
He’d unzip, pull out his hard cock, and thrust into my needy, clenching pussy?—
I gasped as climax broke over me in swift, pounding waves. I had to fight to keep my moans trapped, my mouth open in a silent scream of bliss.
Panting, I kept circling my clit with lazy fingers. I could’ve come again. Four more times. What I really wanted was a thick, hard cock. Right now. Desperately.
Georgia might have had the nerve to crack the door and invite Zak to bend her over the sink, but I wasn’t there yet. I cleaned up, washed my hands, and walked out with more ease than I expected. I met his heavy-lidded stare without embarrassment.
He was standing at the desk with the book in his hand.
“Thanks,” I said.
“My pleasure.” He set the book down. “Watch the door to my shop, would you?”
Then he walked into the bathroom like it was nothing and shut the door. I didn’t hear a lock—just the zip of his fly.
Oh, fuck. I nearly bit the spine off that hot-ass book.
Before Dan Hill could reach the second chorus of Sometimes When We Touch, a low, throaty groan resounded behind the bathroom door. Seconds later, the toilet flushed, and water ran.
When he came out, his cheekbones were flushed, his eyelids heavy, and he wore a relaxed smile.
“Which one did you read?” I had to ask.
He gave a slow shake of his head and held my stare with magnetic force. “I was thinking about something else. We should do this together more often. Coffee?”
My mouth went so dry, I could only squeak, “Sure.”
“I’ll be right back with your coffee.” He winked and left.
Chapter 30
Zak
Meg was at her shop door when I leaned in to hand her the coffee I’d bought for her.
