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My fingers snatch up the item and its rubbery texture further confirms. This is an item meant for pleasure; meant to rub against wetness without chafing.
I press the button on the bottom, and it comes to life, a subtle buzz accompanying the vibrations at the center of my palm. “I turned it on. May I go back to work now?”
His chuckle is too smooth for my liking. I imagine him in an office with a view, his back turned to it as he leans in his seat comfortably.
Ready to push atmycomfort levels.
“I want to hear you come.”
The sound that emits from my mouth should embarrass me, the squawk echoing in my mind. But his ridiculous request requires a reply of the same.
“Eloise,” he says, his tone warning. “You agreed to this. Your signature binds you.”
I want to tell him that I didn’t agree tothis. That sex wasn’t part of the agreement. But this isn’t sex, is it?
It’s a lustful game that I’m too fucking scared to let myself take part in. I know that once we take it there, there’s no way I can go back to a life where I can pretend that feelings like this don’t exist.
My body warms at the exchange, at his insistence that I join him in his lustful banter. But I can’t let myself go. I can’t give him control.
“I’m at work.” My voice is at a higher octave now and I’m wondering what the hell is taking Mrs. Gooden so long.
“So, you renege?” he asks, the lilt in his voice a little too jovial for my liking.
He’s in the city. There’s no way he can do anything about it if you do.
“You’re crossing a line. I’m putting my foot down,” I tell him, wishing anyone would walk in and give me the opportunity to exit this conversation.
But the thrill of it…God, I feel alive just verbally sparring with this man.
“Truth, then,” he murmurs, and I wonder what his office looks like. If his secretary pines after him. If he’s more business there and saves his pleasure for me.
“Go on,” I urge him, impatient, hating that I’m playing safe, knowing I can’t handle the alternative. Not while he’s in the city and I’m here with muddled feelings and panties that are getting wetter by the moment.
“What do you think is going to happen the next time I see you?”
I glance out the window, catching sight of Mrs. Gooden as she makes her way back toward the store. “I’m not concerned with it right now.”
“Oh, this will be fun,” he muses before I hear the click.
The bell above the door jingles and I set my pen down, leaning over to see who it is. I can’t see anyone, and before they start to wander and touch things I’ve already fixed, I clear my throat.
“We’re closed,” I start to yell just as I hear footsteps coming toward the back office. I can’t believe I forgot to lock the door. But on a typical evening, I don’t need to. No one ever tries to come in.
Ezra steps inside, gloriously handsome in his suit and tie, tapping something pink against his palm.
That damn vibrator.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, frustrated by the nerves in my voice.
“I asked you what you thought would happen when I saw you again.”
There’s an air about him, a dangerous prowling nature in him that I’ve never fully been introduced to. It scares me as much as it excites me.
And I hide it all with a faux nonchalant sigh.
“It still doesn’t concern me,” I answer, picking my pen up to continue with my work. It’s impossible to focus when he’s here, a quiet energy thrumming from him and edging around me.
It doesn’t deter him as he glances around the room, still fiddling with the sex toy in his hand.
