Page 11 of In Death, Love Survives

“Until you’re out of Roper State, I need us to not act on or speak of whatever is happening here.”

“I don’t think I can agree to that.”

I stretch my legs out and watch as she bites her lower lip at the movement.

“You have to,” she counters.

“What turns you on?”

“What?” she asks incredulously.

“When you’re home alone at night and start to rub that sweet little pussy of yours with those dainty fingers, what are you thinking about?”

She scoffs, but I notice the flush of pink rising on her neck and cheeks.

“Wolfe, you can’t ask me questions like that.”

Nova won’t look at me directly.

“I bet it’s dripping wet. A perfect pink, wet pussy. Whenever you play with it, do you think of me these days? I certainly hope so because ever since I laid eyes on you, you’re all I can think about when I fist my cock.”

Nova rubs her thighs together, trying not to show me with the way they’re still crossed over one another. I was only trying to goad her, but this is certainly a better turn of events I can work with.

“Feeling needy, angel?”

Her eyes snap to mine.

“I wish I could lean over this desk and help you with your predicament. Oh, how I wish I could make you come all over my fingers.”

“Wolfe,” she moans out.

“Yes?”

“You.”

Her eyes shut as she continues to rub her thighs together slightly. Not enough for anyone on the cameras to notice, but I sure as hell do.

“Oh, angel. Know that if I could, I’d make you come over and over again. My dollface could be my ragdoll, couldn’t she?”

Fuck, I’m getting hard as I watch Nova getting lost in the sensation.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Are you going to come? Please let a man like me watch you break apart.”

“Wolfe, I shouldn’t,” she says as she rubs harder.

I look up at the camera and around the room. It doesn’t reach a far corner of it. It sparks a sudden idea, one that will test where Nova really stands when it comes to us.

“Be my doll. Get up and go stand in the back left corner.”

Her eyes fly open.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Now, baby. I know you have it in you. Let’s not waste our time together.”

As she weighs whether or not to do it, I see the same spark from earlier twinkle in her eyes.

She makes the right call.

Getting up, the chair scrapes along the length of the floor until she’s finally walking over to the corner like I asked.

As she walks away, I take in her movements. The way she sways so naturally gives me an opportunity to really drink her in. Every inch of her is perfect.

If she does what I ask of her, there’s no way I won’t be coming in my pants.

Nova slinks over to the left corner and faces the wall. She’s still deciding if she should be doing this or stopping the madness that’s ensuing.

I’ll give her the time she needs.

Almost on cue, she turns around, and we connect.

“The camera doesn’t reach over there.”

“That’s correct.”

“Then please put me out of my misery, angel.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Give me a little show. I want to see what’s mine but can’t have yet.”

She nods slightly. If I wasn’t so focused on her, I would have missed it.

Nova reaches for her blouse and slowly unbuttons the first one, followed by the next. Each moment of anticipation is killing me.

As she reaches the third button, her breasts are in my line of sight and spilling out of her white lace bra.

“Be my good girl, angel. Play with those fucking perfect tits. Make me wish it was me touching them instead.”

She bites on her lower lip as she starts to rub them together. Pushing and pulling, her eyes close as she gets lost in the sensation.

“That’s it, baby. Those tits are just begging to be sucked.”

She whimpers as she continues.

“Pinch your nipples, doll.”

She does, and a breathy moan comes out.

“Oh my god.”

“Not god, baby. Wolfe.”

“ Yes .”

As I watch on, I notice her skirt is starting to rise.

“Pull that skirt up to your waist.”

With a flushed face, she opens her eyes and starts to pull the skirt up, like I requested. We’re both trying to keep her clothed as best as we can, given the situation.

It’s up, and I get to see her beautiful pussy through a lacy cover.

“Matching lace panties. What a beautiful sight to behold.”

She blushes into her shoulder.

“Play with yourself. Show me what you do at home.”

Nova’s fingers tease the edge of her panties before she slips a finger through the side. She closes her eyes once again and starts to rub herself.

“What a pretty girl.”

She moans as she goes further.

“Praise. My good angel likes to be praised. I’ll remember that.”

“Wolfe…”

“Keep going.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Did you put this on underneath your clothes thinking of me this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Did you already touch yourself today thinking of my cock?”

“ Yes .”

She starts to tease her clit more, making her breath hitch slightly.

“You’re so close to coming. I think my girl likes that I’m getting hard watching her play with herself.”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Come for me. Give me what I want. I’ll die a happy man getting to see you come.”

Her breathing gets labored as she finally bites down hard on her lip to stifle her scream.

I’m the hardest I’ve ever been in my life, and I haven’t even been able to stroke my cock while this is happening.

As she comes down from her high, her chest slowly stops rising and falling until it finally evens out.

Nova’s eyes open, and a look of dread fills her expression.

“Don’t do that.”

“Wolfe,” she pleads.

“Do not regret what just happened. That was fucking heaven.”

Her shoulders relax, and she starts to straighten her outfit back to where it belongs.

“That was the best moment of my goddamn life,” I say.

Mid-button, she looks up.

“Mine too,” she croaks.

I try to remain as calm as possible for the sake of the video evidence.

Fully dressed once again, Nova takes her seat, as if nothing just happened. We both sit still as we stare at one another.

There’s so much being said—more than I ever imagined could be passed between two practical strangers who are beginning to fall for one another in the most unlikely of circumstances.

I lean forward, prepared to say something—anything, really—just to make sure she’s okay and understands I feel the magnitude of what just transpired too.

As I do, Nova looks up at the wall clock and back at me.

“Time is up,” she whispers.

She pushes back her chair, takes the yellow notepad, and walks past me to the door. Nova opens it widely before I have a chance to process what’s happening.

During all of this, she doesn’t look back at me as she walks through it, leaving me alone.

Officer Walls comes into the room with a suspicious expression.

“Let’s go, Walker.”

I let out a long breath of air as I shake my head.

I love that we just did that. It was intoxicating and a new high I want to keep chasing, yet I’m not sure how that exactly happened. I know that’s what is running through Nova’s mind too.

What’s getting into both of us, and why can’t we seem to stop it? Nova and I are inevitable. I just have to make sure she doesn’t run away scared because of that truth.