Page 36 of Perfect Scandal
“Yes. So maybe he’s trying to protect me, too. I don’t know. But I’m not about to sacrifice my dignity in favor of a promotion. I don’t want the job that bad.”
“It’s bullshit that you should have to choose.” I don’t know this Jeff guy, but I already despise him as much as I do Spencer. “Can you talk to HR yourself?”
“That’s the thing. He thinks it’ll cause problems.” She lifts a hand and then presses it to her forehead with a sigh. “I hate this. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut.”
“Fuck that.” I prop the phone on the bathroom counter, strip my shirt over my head, and aggressively chuck it toward the hamper. “That little asshole needs to be held accountable for the shit he’s said and done.”
Tessa blinks up from her sprawled position on the bed, a slow smile creeping across her face. “You’re kinda hot when you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad—I’m pissed. I have half a mind to get in my truck and drive down to Boulder to kick both their asses.”
She bites her lip as her focus drifts down the screen. “Flex for me.”
“What?” How the hell is she in the mood to flirt right now?
“Please. Just a little bicep.” She shifts up the bed and props her shoulders against the headboard. Her image blurs, like maybe her grip on the phone faltered.
Holy shit.
I gape at my phone, watching color seep into her cheeks. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Maybe,” she rasps, her lips parting as her breathing accelerates. “It’s been a frustrating day. I need to work off some steam.”
Jesus Christ, this woman. I’m already hard just thinking about her hand inside her panties.
“If you don’t want to flex, you could show me something else.” Her lashes flutter ever so slightly.
My cock throbs at the vision she creates. Is she playing with her clit or are her fingers buried inside? Does she have a vibrator, and if so, how often does she use it?
I gulp and unfasten my jeans just enough to give my straining dick room to stretch out. “Tell me what you’re doing,” I demand in a low, husky tone.
“Imagining you between my legs.” She sucks in a shallow breath and then bites down hard on her lip as she moans. “God, you’re so good at that.”
“At what?” No point in denying where this is going. My cock is in my hand in seconds.
“With your mouth. Your tongue…”
Fucking hell. “I’d do it every damn day if I could.” We’ve only spent one night together, but we could share a lifetime more and it would never be enough.
“You made me feel things I’ve never felt before,” she whispers and then gasps. “Oh god. I’m already so close.”
“That’s because we’re fucking good together. It was amazing for me, too.” The ache in my balls is already strong, the pressure at the base of my spine building fast. The moment she comes undone on the other end of this phone is the moment I go over myself.
“We can’t end this. I need more…” She cries out my name, arches her back, and the hand holding the phone shakes as her body trembles with her orgasm. “Dean! God!”
“Fuck,” I groan as I watch her lose it, the prettiest pink tinging her cheeks and chest. “Show me.” It’s crude and nothing I’ve asked a woman to do for me before, but I want to see her. I want to see what she’s done… how wet she is…for me.
She bites her lip as she slowly comes back to earth, and I stroke harder and faster, the curiosity of whether she’ll actually be so bold edging me on.
The moment she tips her phone away from her face, I’m gone. I haven’t even seen her pussy or her wet fingers yet, and I come like a freight train barreling down the tracks, hellbent on its destination. When her bare flesh, glistening just above the white panties she’s pushed down, comes into view, it’s just icing on the cake.
“So hot,” she says in a smoky, sated voice.
I chuckle when I remember she can see me, too. “This is not how I saw this call going.”
“No?” She stretches and gives a satisfied sigh. “I didn’t mind.”
“No complaints here either.” I snag a day-old towel from a hook behind the bathroom door and clean up. “Hell, feel free to call me whenever you need a hand dealing with a shit day.”
