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I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together, trying to resist the temptation, but it's no use.
My thoughts return to the feeling of his strong hands on my hips, the way he pulled me close, the way his body felt against mine.
I can't help it. I want more.
I trail a hand down my stomach then quickly snatch it away, like a guilty schoolgirl.
Am I seriously doing this? Am I actually thinking about touching myself, while the man I'm fantasizing about is a couple of hallwaysover?
I let out a frustrated groan.
I need to do this. I need to get him out of my system, once and for all. Then, maybe, I can focus on something other than his muscular frame, his firm lips, his skilled fingers, his thick...
Enough.
I press my hand against my heat through my shorts, finding my core hot and wet. I'm aching for him, desperate for his touch, his kiss, his cock.
"Mmmm." I moan, arching my back.
Being a virgin, I don't exactly have a ton of experience with men. My experience consists of... well... this, I guess.
It's not like I haven't had the opportunity to be with anyone. It's just that, I've always been too busy with school or work. And the times that I have let myself go further, it was never that interesting.
Words can't express the disappointment of going on a date with a really good-looking guy, then at the end of the night, he fumbles it all. Groping my breasts a little too hard, fidgeting fingers between my legs that pretty much took me nowhere.
Then the ever-expected "reciprocation" they expected in the form of sucking cock, like they actually got me off in the first place.
The only good thing to look forward to at the end of those dates was when I was finally at home, in bed, all alone.
Then I could let my wildest imagination run while I made myself come better than any of them ever had.
But with Cole, it wasn't like that. He nothing like the other guys I've dated. Calling any of them men right now just seems wrong. The rest might as well have been boys now that I know what it's really like. What it'ssupposedto be like.
Cole... Cole is a man.
A man who knows exactly what he's doing.
Who knows exactly what he wants.
Who knows exactly what he wants to do to me.
My clit throbs, and I press down harder, circling my fingertips. My body hums, the pleasure building. I close my eyes, and Cole's face flashes behind my eyelids.
His strong jaw, his full lips, his dark eyes, his powerful body.
I imagine him here, next to me, touching me, kissing me, taking me. My breath catches, and my hips begin to move, grinding against my hand.
This is so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. He's my boss. He's Robbie's dad.
He's... so damn sexy.
I picture him pulling my clothes off, his fingers trailing along my skin. I picture his mouth on my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipple.
I picture his hands moving lower, teasing me, tormenting me.
The knock on my door nearly makes me jump out of my skin.
"Just a second," I shout, and I pull the covers up to my neck.