Page 122 of Beneath the Quiet

She worries her lips between her teeth, as if at war with herself, and then releases a loud huff.

“You’re right. The book was fantastic, but it did leave me a little…unsatisfied, even though it has a very satisfying ending.”

“What’s it about?”

“I’m scared you’ll judge me if I tell you.”

I frown.

“Please don’t feel that way. I won’t.”

“Okay.” She sighs, then flips the book to show its cover. It’s mostly black, but I can also make out a leather mask and gloves. “The short version is that it’s about a woman who falls in lust with her stalker, only said stalker turns out to be her work colleague who’s been obsessed with her for a year. He’s…well, he’s also an underground fighter and leads a double life. It’s pretty intense, but so, so good and well written; you can’t help but root for them. And the heroine? She’s cool even though she’s been hurt badly by an ex and had to change her name and move to a different city to get away.”

Her eyes light up, making my lips lift up at the corners.

“It’s also really steamy, and hot, and romantic at the same time…”

Her voice trails off, and she shifts on the bed, crossing and uncrossing her bare legs. Her movements reveal the tiniest pair of light-blue panties I’ve ever seen, and all my blood rushes to my groin at the small string barely covering her. Warmth trickles down my spine, and I lick my lips.

“And so, you thought of me?”

Her breath hitches, and the rising heat on her cheeks gives her away. “Yes.”

I hum and widen my legs. “I’m honoured. Anything you need, Wildfire. Remember that?”

She nods, her hand resting on her tummy, her fist bunching the silky fabric. “I remember.”

“It’s the truth.” I lean closer to the screen and stare intently into her eyes. “Do you need to come? Is that why you phoned me?”

She rewards me with another nod.

“Good. I’m going to lock my door, and while I do that, I want you to find another pillow and put it behind you so you’re comfortable. I want you to sit up, knees bent, so I can see all of you.”

I walk away from the desk to my door to flick the lock. The last thing I need is to get interrupted while I see that Maeve gets exactly what she asks for. In three quick strides, I’m back in my office chair. I swallow the dryness in my throat, and when I get a closer look at her on the small screen, my breaths start to fall harder. She’s propped against a stack of pillows, her knees up and bent, and her legs wide for me to see her. Wisps of her hair have gotten loose from the French braid I made earlier, and her cheeks are burning: the telltale sign of how turned on she is.

“Fucking beautiful,” I groan. I widen my legs and unbutton my jeans. “Look at you, Mae. You’re being so naughty for me. How wet are you?” I tug my jeans down.

She moans and raises her hips. “Can you see it?” she whispers.

Fuck, the dark spot on her panties is enough to send my cock leaking.

“Yeah, I see you. You’ve painted those fancy panties with your pussy already, haven’t you?” I reach for my aching balls and rub them slowly through the fabric. With my left hand, I move the elastic band down just a little, letting her see the precum on the head. I refuse to touch my cock, all my focus entirely on her pleasure.

“I need to touch.” She moans, then reaches her fingers down, pulling the panties to the side, baring herself to me, showing me how much she needs me. She dips her finger inside, and I groan from hearing how slick her pussy is when she puts another finger inside, pumping slowly.

“Fuck, isn’t she pretty? Pink and swollen. You’re telling me the truth, aren’t you? You really need to come, don’t you?” I notice the bedside table and tilt my head at it. “Is that where you keep your toys?”

Her fingers still, and she moves her head, then snaps her hooded eyes back to mine.

“Yes,” she pants. “But…”

“Do you have a favourite? One that can fill your pussy like I can?”

She licks her lips and nods.

“Yes.”

“Take it out. Let me see it.”