Little Black Book - Page 46/81

When I felt lonely, I’d touched myself and imagine it was him. I’d given myself orgasm after orgasm thinking about him, and I was done doing myself. I wanted Sebastian—around me, in me… in all ways possible.

I spent extra time in the shower, making sure to shave everything to perfection, and then I pulled out the only sexy bra and panties I owned. They were simple black lace, but anything was better than white cotton.

My body felt different beneath my fingers when I dressed myself in a black summer dress. It was short and I wasn’t ever going to be able to bend over, but it was the only thing I owned that was even remotely sexy.

I felt fuller in my thighs—more womanly. Already I was turned on, just thinking about how brazen I was going to be. I wasn’t the kind of woman who did crazy things, but I’d already decided I was going to do it. No one was going to hold me back anymore—not even me.

The bartenders smiled at me when I walked by like they knew what I was there for. I was scared I’d run into Trish, so I moved quickly. My cheeks burned as I slid across the club and up the stairs to Sebastian’s office. I held my hand up to tap on the door, but decided against it. I wanted to surprise him, or in the very least, act confident.

I grabbed the knob and pushed the door open, prepared to see him sitting at his desk, but he wasn’t there. The office was dark, except for one light on his desk. Of course, it was my luck I’d get up the nerve to approach him for sex, and he wouldn’t be there.

I stepped into his office, closing the door behind me, and went to his desk. Memories of how he’d licked and sucked me assailed my brain and I could feel myself getting wet for him again. Running my fingers over the smooth desktop, I leaned forward until I felt the hard wood against my chest.

I ran my hands down my body enjoying the feel of my palms through the thin cotton dress, and when I reached the apex of my thighs, I pushed in with my fingers.

It was insane to go into a man’s office and masturbate to his memory, but I was feeling exceptionally crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about him or the way he’d made me feel. Plus, if he walked in, he’d definitely get a good view.

A sigh slipped from my lips when my fingers met my damp panties. I rubbed, enjoying the abrasive feel of the lace against my clit. I let my head lay on the desk and rolled my hips, grinding on my own hand. I’d become good at getting myself off. It wasn’t going to take much and I’d be soaking my panties. Maybe I’d even do something really crazy and leave them on his desk when I was done.

“Oh yes,” I moaned when I felt the liquid heat gather at my cusp.

“Do you always barge into offices to masturbate?” Sebastian’s voice broke through my sexual haze.

I gasped, dropping my hands from my body, and spinning around to find him lounging on the couch in his office. He took a sip from his glass and ice clinked as he moved it.

“Should I call the police and report this incident?” he asked with a straight face, setting his glass on the side table.

Judging by the obvious bulge in his pants, he’d been watching me the whole time.

“I have been bad, sir. But maybe you should do the punishing yourself?”

His eyes lit up with a hint of a smile and I was happy I had pleased him.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Sit on my desk and spread your legs,” he demanded.

It was that very moment my nerves set in. A hot blush crept up my back and melted into my neck and cheeks. Instead of doing as he asked, I stood there and stared back at him like a lost puppy.

“I said… sit your plump ass on my fucking desk and spread those creamy thighs. Wide.”

His blunt nature was shocking, but I liked it—I’d gotten used to it. I kept my eyes locked on his as I slowly sat on the edge of his desk and spread my legs. Knowing he was watching me somehow made the actions a turn-on.

“Your panties are so wet,” he groaned. “You like touching yourself, don’t you?”

I nodded and reached down, letting my fingers roam across my lace-covered, swollen bud. I laid back, enjoying my ministrations. My breathing became fast and short.

“I can’t help but touch myself when I think of that tight, virgin pussy.”

I could hear his hips rocking on the leather couch, and the sound of him rubbing his arousal through his pants.

“Pull your panties to the side, and fuck yourself with your finger.”

Doing as he asked, I pressed my middle finger as deep as it would go. My channel begged for more, and I was sure only Sebastian could satisfy that part of me.