Page 78 of Stolen Fate

I moved my fingers back to my clit and pressed on it roughly, and I knew I was close to coming when I could feel that tingling sensation driving across my skin, from the small of my back and down my legs.

The pulsing between my legs grew, and everything felt so good. I couldn’t think. I swirled my fingers around and around my clit, moving faster and harder against the small bundle of nerves, and I lost it with a small shout.

“Jace,” I breathed out.

My panties were completely drenched, and I was breathing hard, as if I had just run five miles uphill. My fists clenched and unclenched as I tried to bring myself back away from the powerful orgasm.

I couldn’t believe I had just done that.

I had just gotten off to the thought of my boss, and the sting of regret wasn’t something I wanted to think about right now.

I had pushed Jace away, wanting to keep things professional, yet, I couldn’t even convince myself to forget about him, to not let him intrude on my thoughts any more than absolutely necessary.

I was screwed.

Then I heard it. The distinguished sound of the squeak of the floor just outside my bedroom that I made whenever I stepped on it.

I shot right out of bed, readjusted my panties and moved to the door. I opened it to nothingness, but I knew what I heard.

With a groan, I gently closed the door and leaned against the wall.

There could only be one person who had been outside my door listening to me. And though I had said his name softly, I wondered how clearly he had heard me, and if he knew it was him I was thinking about while I got myself off.

Mortification tightened my cheeks, and I closed my eyes, as if to ward off the embarrassment.

How would I face Jace ever again?

“Oh, God.”

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