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Fuck.
My vibrator buzzes between my legs, igniting the memory with each deep thrust I give myself. I don’t recall exactly how long Oliver kept me propped up on that counter. I sure as shit remember how good it felt. It only took a few minutes of those urges for me to wonder how good it would feel to recreate the memory on my own.
Pretty fucking good, actually.
I lean back against the mirror behind me and raise my legs a little higher, imagining his naked body pressed between them with perfect clarity. His stunning physique. Chiseled abs and muscular arms. I could have lost myself in them for hours, but he pinched my chin and made me look him in the eyes. He kissed me and groaned with pleasure. He forced me to say his name as I —
A full body climax charges through me. I slide the vibrator’s shaft inside of me until it bottoms out and angle it hard against my G-spot so the vibrations make me?—
“Fuck!”
My voice echoes off the walls of the bathroom. I bite my lip hard, smothering the next moan as my entire body spasms on the counter.
Oli.
I don’t say it out loud, but I can still see the smirk on his face.
You’ll be dirty,
but happy.
I pull out as the vibrations become too much for me to take. My ankles sway as I slide off the counter, so I keep a steady hand on it to keep myself upright.
A woman stares back at me from the mirror. She’s a little blurry thanks to her farsighted eyes, but I can make out the details of her.
Wet blonde hair.
Pouty lips and rose-red cheeks.
Perky breasts barely covered by the open royal blue bathrobe. Ms. Landon, the front pocket says in golden thread beneath a matching golden B. It was a gift from her boss on their first anniversary of working together. The first of many, a note in the pocket said, along with a hefty bonus check that honestly didn’t last very long if she recalls correctly.
I glare at my reflection.
Who is this woman?
I haven’t let a man rile me up like this since... well, that night four years ago, but I was fine with that. I have a great job. I have my mother, thankfully. I have my book boyfriends and my giant fucking vibrators and I am happy. But, wait! Here comes Oliver Black. He waltzes back into my life and I’m a damn cat in heat suddenly?
I shake my head, suddenly overwhelmed with post-orgasm clarity.
What the hell am I doing?
I didn’t just masturbate to memories of my friend.
I masturbated to my current boss.
Luckily, I haven’t technically done anything wrong. Yet. There’s nothing in the corporate manual about the ethics of masturbating to one’s superiors... so long as I don’t physically act on those urges, of course.
I clean the vibrator in the sink and shove it back into its satin travel bag where it belongs. And to think I almost didn’t bring it with me on this trip.
I just might need it again if I’m ever going to make it through next week.
CHAPTER 17
OLIVER
“You what?”
I pause, taken back by Paige’s explosive reaction to my statement. “I can’t swim,” I repeat, slower this time in case she heard me wrong.
