I glance at Aria from my office, my eyes roaming over her. She looks beautiful today, and I’m not the only one who notices. So far, Riley has dropped by her desk seven times. Seven times, and it isn’t even noon yet.
Every time he interrupts her work, she smiles at him, without a trace of annoyance. I watch as he walks up to her yet again, his tablet in hand. I have no doubt he’s asking some complete bullshit questions. I never would have hired him if he needed this much help. Nah. It’s Aria’s attention he’s after, and she doesn’t even realize it.
I watch as his eyes drop to her chest and I grit my teeth. I loved that blouse on her this morning, but right now, I love it a little less. The possessiveness I feel toward her is unreal. She was only ever meant to be a responsibility, so why is she rapidly becoming more? The way I held her in my arms last night… I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t resist. I wanted to feel her against me. Knowing she couldn’t sleep, that she was sad… I wanted to be the one to take her pain away. I told myself I’d stay away, but I can’t.
I want her eyes on me, and no one but me. I want her smiles, her laughter, I want her. I want her to myself. I breathe a sigh of relief when Riley finally walks away and grab my phone.
Ash: I’m having a hard time focusing today, Nyx. All I can think about is you. I was just thinking… If you were a vegetable, you would be a cute-cumber.
I watch as Aria picks up her phone, smiling as she unlocks it. She bursts into laughter, and I smile to myself.
Nyx: Google, again?
Ash: Guilty, but let’s just say that you don’t want to know what’s truly on my mind.
Nyx: Mean. Now you know I have to find out. Tell me.
I smirk as I type my reply.
Ash: I’m wondering what you’ll taste like. I want your lips on mine, but that’s not all. I want to know how soft your skin is, how your voice will sound when you moan my name… and I want to know what your pussy tastes like.
I watch Aria tense, and I wonder if she’s pressing her legs together the way I imagine she is. I might not be able to say any of this to her, but I can say it to Nyx. I can’t walk in and steal her attention away from Riley the way I want to, but Ash can.
Ash: I dreamt about you last night, and it’s all I’ve been able to think about since. You were smiling at me, your hands pressed against my abs. I pushed you up against the wall, making you feel how hard you make me. You moaned, and I buried my hand in your hair, pulling your face to mine as I kissed you. The way you kissed me back… fuck. My hands roamed over your body and I slipped them underneath your dress, my fingers tracing over the edges of your underwear.
I watch as Aria glances around the office, her cheeks bright red. She hesitates, and then starts typing.
Nyx: Then what happened?
I grin, loving the way her cheeks are flaming, the way her breathing seems to quicken. I wonder if she’s getting wet reading about my fantasies. I want to walk over to her and pull her out of her chair to kiss her. Fuck.
Ash: I pushed aside the lace you were wearing, my fingers sliding straight into your hot pussy. You were soaking wet for me, Nyx. Such a wet pussy… fuck. You told me you wanted me, your hands undoing my suit trousers. I wanted you naked, but you weren’t patient enough. No, you wanted me deep inside you. So I gave it to you, baby. I gave it to you hard, loving the way you moaned my name. I fucked you from every angle I could think of, until I found one that made your moans a little higher, your pants a little quicker. I fucked you like that, until you came all over my cock, your lips falling open and a beautiful blush on your face.
I watch her as she reads my text, her eyes wide. She swallows hard, her body tense. Yeah, I’ve got her turned on.
Nyx: Okay, wow. That’s… that’s pretty hot, Ash.
Ash: It was, but the real thing will be better. Just thinking of you has me wanting to wrap my hand around my cock so I can come to the thought of you. Tell me, baby, are you wet for me? Tell me you’re as turned on as I am. Tell me I’m not the only one going crazy.
Nyx: You’re not the only one, Ash. You’ve got me squirming in my seat, wondering what it’d be like if you touched me like that in real life. I want to find out what your lips will feel like against mine. Will you be able to make me moan the way you tell me you will?
She runs a hand through her hair, her cheeks blazing. I’ve never seen her blush this badly, and I love it. She rises from her seat, her phone in her hand, and I frown. She glances toward the bathrooms, hesitating before taking a step away from her desk. No fucking way. A strange burst of jealousy settles in my stomach, and it makes no sense whatsoever. But I don’t like the idea of her touching herself because of Ash. I want it to be me.
“Aria?” I call as she walks past my open office door. She pauses, and when she turns to face me, her expression is anguished. I smile at her and tip my head to the side, indicating for her to come in.
The frustration in her eyes brings a smile to my face. It’s about time our roles reversed… she’s been driving me crazy for weeks now.
Aria walks into my office, and I take her in. She’s wearing a short pencil skirt today, combined with a white blouse that’s failing to hide how hard her nipples are. She either isn’t wearing a bra, or she’s wearing one of those super soft useless ones, my favorite kind.
“Come here,” I say, my voice gruff. “Take a look at this.”
Aria nods and walks around my desk, a flash of guilt in her eyes when they meet mine. Is she thinking of the way I held her last night?
It’s me that gets to hold her, the one she confides in… but it’s Ash that’s got her wet. I hate this, and I hate that this mess is all of my own making.
I pull up some random unfinished script and Aria bends over my desk to look at it, her skirt riding up. She starts to type, unaware of the view she’s presenting me with. The way her skirt wraps around her ass… damn. What would she do if I push her down on my desk and bury my face between her legs? I want my teeth wrapped around her panties and drag them down.
I sit up and lean in, making her ass brush against my chest. Aria turns around, flustered, and I wrap my hands around her hips. She’s leaning back against my desk, and I turn my office chair so she’s standing between my legs, barely any distance between us.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Gray,” she says. She looks at me, her gaze heated. My eyes drop to her hard nipples, and the way her chest moves up and down, her breathing accelerating by the second… it’s making me even harder than I already am.
I let go of her and shrug out of my suit jacket, draping it over her shoulders. My fingers brush against her nipples as I pull the jacket closed, and a small moan escapes her lips.
“You must be cold,” I whisper, pulling my fingers away. I’ve already crossed far too many boundaries today, but I can’t help myself. Not when it comes to her.
Aria looks away, her cheeks bright red, her blush extending down her neck. I want her naked, so I can find out if the rest of her body reddens like that, too.
“I, um, yes,” she says, flustered. She clutches the lapels of my suit jacket, unable to face me. I’m a fucking asshole. How the fuck am I jealous of myself?
