Page 106 of A Convenient Secret

“Or Daddy?”

I groan. “I will put that mouth of yours to good use the first opportunity I have.”

“Those have been scarce lately.” She sighs and slides down, sprawling across the bed. She stretches languidly, and I groan again. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

She sits up immediately. “What’s wrong?” Her genuine concern constricts my chest.

“I miss you.”

She plops back down, chuckling. “You saw me this morning, and will see me again in four hours.”

“Okay, let me be specific. I miss your pussy.”

She shifts a bit, crossing her legs as if she’s clenching her thighs together. Or I’m projecting. Regardless, my cock is at half-mast already.

“Would you be a good girl and touch yourself for me, Seagull?”

Her breathing hitches and becomes labored. She doesn’t answer.

“Lily?”

“Okay,” she breathes. “Will you touch yourself as well?”

She’s perfect.

“Wishing it was your hand.” I go to lock the door, and when I come back Lily’s hand is in her panties, her skirt bunched up around her waist. Fuck.

I unzip my pants and pull out my heavy, angry cock, already leaking pre-cum.

“Where are you?” she asks.

“In my office. I locked the door, and I’m in my chair.” I give myself three pulls before I spit on my hand. Why don’t I have lube in my office?

“Don’t you want to know where I am?”

Fuck. I stop moving and close my eyes for a moment. Am I so far gone in lust that I was going to… Fuck.

“Lily.” I clear my throat. “Look up into the corner above your door.”

This might be the end of us. What was I thinking? Lily entered my house, and my control collapsed, and with it went my moral compass.

She follows my instructions, and it fucking feels like she looks at me. Her eyes widen, and she sits up.

“Are you watching me?”

I wish I could decipher what emotion is behind her question. Furious? Scared? Excited?

“Yes.” I hold my breath.

She narrows her eyes, and it feels like a lifetime before she speaks. “Have you watched me before?”

Okay, I’m leaning toward furious. Better than scared. I think. “Yes.”

“Doing what?”

“Only wandering around the house. I would never—”