Skye’s POV
I imagined his hands on my hips‚ gripping hard enough to bruise.
I imagined the heat of him pressing against me from behind‚ that impossible‚ terrifying length nudging against my entrance‚ stretching me open slowly‚ inch by inch‚ filling me so completely that there was no room left for anything else.
“Stop it‚” I hissed under my breath‚ but my voice had no conviction left in it.
It sounded like a white flag being waved by someone who had already surrendered.
My hand slipped under my skirt.
“Skye‚ don’t you dare‚” I told myself in the sternest voice I could manage‚ which was not very stern at all considering I was already breathing through my mouth and my fingers were already sliding along the inside of my thigh.
“Don’t you dare do this at your desk.
You are at work.
In a cubicle.
Five feet from his office door.
This is rock bottom.
This is literally the lowest point of your entire—”
My fingers found bare‚ slick skin where my panties should have been and weren’t‚ because he had them‚ they were in his pocket‚ pressed against his heart and then pressed against his face while he stroked himself and thought about me.
“Oh fuck‚” I breathed‚ and the words came out shaky and desperate and nothing like a woman who had any control over anything happening to her right now.
I was so wet that my fingers slid through my folds without any resistance at all.
A trembling exhale escaped my lips and I bit down on it immediately‚ trapping the sound behind my teeth.
My cubicle was right outside his office.
The hallway was five feet away.
Anyone could walk by and see me.
“You need to stop‚” I whispered‚ even as my fingers found my clit and pressed down with the kind of pressure that made my hips jerk forward so hard my chair bumped the desk.
“You really‚ really need to stop right now because this is insane and you are going to get caught and—oh fuck—”
“Okay‚ you’re not stopping‚” I breathed‚ accepting the reality of my situation with the kind of grim resignation usually reserved for people who had made terrible life decisions and knew it.
“Fine.
Fine.
I’ll just be quick and be quiet and never‚ ever think about this again for as long as you live.”
Behind my closed eyes‚ Thorne pushed deeper.
I imagined the stretch and the burn and the fullness‚ the feeling of being split open by something so big that my body had to fight to accommodate it.
I imagined his breath hot against my ear‚ his chest pressed against my back‚ his voice low and commanding‚ telling me to take it‚ all of it‚ every single inch‚ because I belonged to him and this body was his.
My fingers moved faster.
The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet of my cubicle and I pressed my free hand over my mouth to muffle the breathing that was getting harder and harder to control.
“Oh God‚” I whimpered into my palm.
“Oh God‚ oh God.”
I imagined Thorne’s hand replacing mine.
His long‚ thick fingers that knew exactly where to press and how hard.
The way he had curled them inside me in the elevator‚ hitting that spot that made my vision blur and my legs give out.
I imagined him whispering against my neck‚ dripping with dark satisfaction.
Just as sweet as I always knew you’d be.
My back arched in my chair and my mouth fell open on a silent gasp behind my hand.
I was right there‚ right at the edge‚ my entire body trembling and tightening and reaching for the release that he had denied me in the elevator‚ the release my body had been chasing for two days straight.
“Come on‚” I breathed desperately against my fingers.
“Come on‚ come on‚ just—”
Two more seconds.
One more—
The telephone on my desk rang.
The sound sliced through the silence like a gunshot.
My eyes flew open‚ my hand ripped away from between my legs so fast that I hit my knee on the underside of the desk‚ and a strangled yelp escaped my lips before I could clamp my mouth shut.
“No‚” I gasped‚ staring at the phone in horror.
“No‚ no‚ no‚ you have got to be kidding me.”
It rang again.
I wiped my hand on the inside of my skirt‚ squeezed my eyes shut for one brief second to collect whatever was left of my dignity‚ which was essentially nothing‚ and picked up the receiver with trembling fingers.
“H-hello?” My voice came out wrecked and breathless and I wanted to crawl under my desk and never emerge.
There was a pause on the other end.
A long‚ heavy pause that lasted just long enough for my stomach to drop through the floor because I knew who it was before he even spoke.
“Get in here.
Now!”
Then the line went dead.
I froze.
I sat there for a full ten seconds‚ my heart thumping wildly in my chest with one single thought running through my head on an endless‚ terrifying loop.
He knew.
He knew exactly what I had been doing out here.