Chapter 20
Not wanting to go back to the club this pissed off, I decided I’d swing by my house and get another shot of whiskey to help me calm down. Once inside, I grabbed the bottle I kept in the cabinet by the fridge and snagged my laptop before falling back onto the couch. Taking a drink of whiskey straight from the bottle, I started up the laptop and went to access the security footage from the club. I wanted to know what she’d been doing in my office earlier. No one else had access to these files. I’d never needed the security footage for anything, and hopefully I never would, but it was good to have just in case someone ever broke in. The day of Emma’s interview when she’d arrived all flushed was the first time I’d ever actually gone in to review the footage.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
When I was logged in, I clicked the file for my office camera and scrolled until I had about the time I thought she’d gone into my office. I watched the empty room for a few seconds and then saw as Emma entered with a stack of receipts in her hand, closing the door behind her. I sighed at the sight of her, remembering how good she’d felt against me, as if her body were made for mine.
She set the receipts down and instead of leaving, she walked behind my desk and looked up at the ceiling, right exactly where the camera was hidden and gave a wide, sexy grin before pulling her t-shirt over her head. My jaw dropped open as she shimmied out of her jeans and was left standing there in a lacy bra and panties. She unhooked her bra, letting her tits bounce free, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. I was hoping I’d imagined how beautiful she was, how perky her breasts were, how perfect every inch of her was, but as she slid her panties off, I knew I hadn’t imagined it. If anything, she was even more beautiful than I’d remembered. A thing I hadn’t thought possible.
I watched in awe as she sat back in my leather chair, hiking a leg over each padded arm rest and began to finger herself. Before I even knew what I was doing, I had my cock out and was stroking it as Emma began to fuck herself harder, bringing one hand up to squeeze and play with her tit. There wasn’t any audio on these files, but I could tell by the way she was moving that she was getting close. Her little hand rubbed her clit furiously as she arched her hips and pinched her nipple. I knew her body well enough to know the exact moment when she started to cum, and I stroked myself harder so we could cum together. Pleasure rushed over me as I watched her mouth open in a silent scream. She bucked against the hand in her pussy, kneading her breast in her other hand, letting her nipple roll along her skin as she enjoyed her orgasm to the fullest.
When she was done, she lazily fucked herself with a satisfied grin on her face before sliding her finger out and slowly sucking it clean. My mouth tingled watching it. I knew how good she tasted, and I was jealous. I wanted to be the one to lick her finger clean. Better yet, I wanted to kiss her after she’d licked her hand clean, sucking the taste of her pussy off her tongue.
Satisfied, she stood up and slowly got dressed. Before turning to leave, she looked back at the camera, winked, and blew me a kiss.
Holy fuck.
I was equal parts impressed and irritated. She was supposed to listen to me and forget about what had happened, but here she was, fucking herself in my office and then taunting me with it! The little minx had left my office as if nothing had happened. Hell, I’d seen her seconds after she’d fucked herself, and she’d looked like the same innocent little Emma, and all the while she was carrying this secret around. God, the things I wanted to do to her.
Frustrated, I shoved my cock back in my pants and pulled out my cell phone. I’d programmed her number into my phone as soon as I’d gotten it off her application, but I’d never planned on using it. I just felt better knowing it was there. I pulled it up now and sent her a text.
Just saw the video you made me.
Within seconds I had a reply. Did you like it?
I debated what to say. Fuck yes. I jerked off while watching it just didn’t seem appropriate since I was trying to be the adult here and get some distance between us. I settled on a simple That’s beside the point. You shouldn’t be doing things like that, Emma. I’m your boss.
And I’m yours, Damian, to do with as you please came the reply.
I groaned when I read it. Please don’t say things like that.
But it’s true. One day you’ll stop being so damn stubborn and realize it. Until then, I’ll keep fucking myself while I think of you. If your office chair is the closest I can get to being with you, then so be it.
I couldn’t think of what to say to that. I wanted her. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life, but she had no idea what she was asking me. I didn’t want some little fling with her. I wanted her forever. I wanted her pregnant and mine. I knew she couldn’t possibly want that so what was the point of putting either of us through this? I knew I needed to just walk away. For her sake as much as mine.
While I was thinking, she sent me a photo. It was of her lying on her bed. I could see pink walls and a flowery bedspread. She was on her stomach with her legs kicked back, bare feet dangling above her perfect bare ass.
Nighty night, Damian. 😉 was the last text she sent.
I set my phone down with a sigh. Taking another long swig of whiskey, I told myself over and over again that I was doing the right thing. My heart and dick would thank me in the long run. Taking another look at that perfect, round ass, I wondered if I’d ever truly believe it.