Page 44 of Watching Her

What I deserved in my life was a tall, dark, and extremely handsome older and far more self-assured man. It wouldn’t hurt if he had eyes capable of penetrating mine with an incredible soul and a deep voice. Or money. Now who had I just described with decent detail?

“Who are you, mystery man, and why do I crave you so damn much?” The words were whispered, agonizing because I knew I’d never see him again. But if I did, I was determined to jump his bones.

Another laugh and I closed my eyes all over again while allowing my fingers to taunt and provide myself with the pleasure I needed. I rolled the tips around my clit several times before sliding them just between my swollen folds.

As soon as I thrust two fingers inside, my hips lifted off the chair, my heels digging into the thin carpet under my desk. My breath caught in my throat, hitching to the point of being lightheaded. Soon, I was more aggressive, pinching my clit before plunging three fingers inside. Even flexing them open as I pumped like a crazed woman.

Which was the way I felt.

Far too hungry. Far too much in need.

Envisioning his face both with and without the mask.

God, he was a creation of beauty. I wondered if he had any idea he was fuckable material.

I shifted on the chair, moaning, and the exertion was just enough tiny beads of perspiration tickled both sides of my face. I licked my lips, continuing to thrust my fingers in deep while rolling my thumb across my clit.

My God. I couldn’t breathe. The chair squeaked from my rapid movements, causing me to laugh. I pressed my hand against my face, almost embarrassed, but not because of what I was doing.

Because I could bring myself sheer ecstasy when no man ever had before.

“Yes. Yes…” I was close. So close.

My nipples ached, fire rushing through every muscle, and his face remained a constant in my mind. As the orgasm began to curl my toes, I lifted my hips once again.

“Oh. Oh. Oh, yes. Yes…”

Just as the climax roared through me and I tossed my head back, I could swear I heard his deep, calming voice calling me a very good girl.

CHAPTER 10

Christian

Twenty minutes earlier…

“The painting arrived as requested, sir.” The voice on the other end brought a needed moment of efficiency.

“You ensured there was no damage and that it was taken into her home?”

“Yes, sir. Would you like me to send you the picture?”

I walked into my house, turning on the security system and immediately heading upstairs. “No, that won’t be necessary.”

I’d discover where she’d had it placed myself at a later date.

“Good enough, sir. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“I will.”

As soon as I entered the bedroom, I tossed my phone onto the dresser. The last couple of days had been arduous, including attempting to discover who was behind Southshore Limited.

I wasn’t used to being unsuccessful in anything involving business, which is turn kept me in a very nasty mood. Enough so, I smashed my fist against the wall from anger. Something else that wasn’t like me. The deep ache pulsing in my fist meant nothing. Pain had never bothered me, something else taught at an early age.

After stripping off my jeans, I took several deep breaths.

The day had been a stark, much needed reminder of why I’d learned to crush my enemies.

It was late, even more so than my usual arrival time at the house.