Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Afterward, I told myself that was the only time I was going to masturbate while fantasizing about my boss.
That was a lie.
The next morning, my hand slid into my sleep shorts unbidden as I laid in bed. Shifting onto my stomach, I saw Ben in my mind’s eye, his usually serious features softened by a smirk. I imagined him grabbing onto my hips and shoving his cock into me, hard and fast. I started panting within minutes, and I came just like I’d come the day before, hard, with Ben’s name on my lips.
It doesn’t matter how many times I scold myself or promise myself that I won’t think about Ben that way. I can’t stop. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal if I only saw him occasionally, but I work with this man. In fact, I’m pretty much guaranteed to see him tonight since I have a class to teach.
I don’t know what I’ll do when I see him. Part of me desperately wants to talk to him again so I can bask in his attention like a cat napping in the sun. But another part of me wants to avoid him at all costs, knowing how strongly my body will react to his presence.
Simply thinking about Ben makes my pulse race and my pussy throb. What’s going to happen when he’s standing in front of me?
Even now, as I sip on my coffee, I have to cross my legs to relieve some of the pressure my thoughts have built up.
I sigh and prop my head on my hand. I’m so totally fucked, and I know it.
Turning back to my laptop, I type the caption, “You deserve to feel beautiful every morning,” beneath my most recent nude-yoga photo, and then publish the post to my blog.
I’m just about done with my breakfast sandwich when a familiar sparkly bag catches my eye. The person holding it shifts it higher on her shoulder, and I confirm that it is in fact Crystal waiting in line to order. She has her head down, her gaze aimed at her phone.
And, of course, Nate is with her...
He slides his hands into his pockets as our eyes lock. He flashes me a wolfish sneer that sends a chill down my back, then wraps his arm around Crystal’s small waist, pulling her against him. The gesture causes her to look up and notice me. Her expression hardens as she turns toward Nate, tucking herself against his chest.
My hands ball into fists on the table as anger rises within me.
Nate’s cruel smirk remains frozen on his face. He stares me down, pressing his lips to the top of Crystal’s head before finally turning away to place his order with the barista.
I actively work to keep my breathing under control so I don’t fly across the café and slap him. Nate stares at me with a look of smug triumph on his face, like he’s won. Not only has he turned Crystal against me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s managed to isolate her from her other friends and family. I never see her out with anyone besides Nate anymore. He’s taken control of her life, and he has the audacity to throw his personal victory in my face every time I see him.
With more force than is necessary, I slam my laptop closed. The chair screeches as I slide back from the table, pack up my things, and storm out of the café, purposefully taking the exit farthest from Crystal and Nate.
This isn’t over, asshole. Someday, Crystal’s going to see right through your bullshit.
I just hope that day comes sooner rather than later, for her sake.
five
BEN
I keep my eyes glued to the clock, counting down the minutes until Skyler’s last class lets out. She blew past the front desk on her way in, barely throwing a greeting my way before booking it to the studio. I haven’t spoken to her since I dropped her off at her apartment a couple of days ago, and with every passing hour, I grow more anxious.
It’s like there’s an itch beneath my skin, and the only way to scratch it is by seeing her again. I have no reason to think she’s in danger, but I’m fueled by the need to make sure she’s okay.
How have her classes been? What did she have for dinner last night? Is she thinking about quitting because her old-man boss can’t keep his goddamn hands to himself?
The questions bounce against my skull day and night; I’ve tried everything to make them stop. Amping up my workouts didn’t turn my brain off like they usually do and going to bed early had me tossing and turning, trying and failing to ignore my throbbing cock. I’m not proud to admit that I succumbed to my baser urges. Holding my jacket to my nose, I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked until I came all over my fist.