Free Dirty Secrets by Evelyn Glass

T-shirt?”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “Bra?”
     
    “Alex!”
     
    “So, no,” he said, and she didn’t correct him. “And you were interested, here. I heard you gasping, biting back your sounds. And then you left. And you’re on the couch, and your pussy is still swollen, still eager. And you’re tearing yourself apart. You’re glad you left but you wish you’d stayed.”
     
    “Alex…” Her voice trailed off.
     
    “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. “You tell me, Zoey. You have all the power right now. I’ll stop if you want me to. And you can take your hands away from your nipples and go it alone. Or I can tell you what to do. Your call.” The nipple thing was a pure guess, but from the way she’d responded to his touch on them in the play space, he was quite sure she’d spend time writhing around, her thighs clenching together, as she taunted her nipples. There was a long low sigh from her, nothing that sounded uncomfortable or unhappy. More a sensation of giving in.

 
    CHAPTER
     
    She was going to ruin everything. Absolutely everything. This was her chance.
     
    But maybe it was her chance at more than one thing. And there would be other articles. And she was lonely, and she was sick of being lonely. And he was right about her nipples, and her clit ached so hard that it felt like it had twisted up into a knot.
     
    “Don’t stop,” she whispered, then cleared her throat and tried again, because she was fairly sure that he hadn’t heard her. “I don’t want you to stop.”
     
    She heard a sound, and it took her a moment to figure it out. He’d walked across his office and locked the door. Another set of sounds as he settled down somewhere. She would have guessed the couch in his office. Her brain filled the silence with a thousand details about how wrong this was, how this was going to ruin her career, get her stuck doing this crap for the rest of her life. She’d go home, ashamed of who she was and what she’d done, and everyone would laugh at the girl who couldn’t handle herself at all.
     
    She not-so-quietly told her brain to shut up. For just once, she was going to think about the here and now instead of what was on the horizon. And what was happening right now was that she was tied up in knots, remembering him plunging into her, his mouth on her neck.
     
    “Where were we?” he asked. His tone had dropped, both in volume and in pitch, and it shivered through her. He echoed a little bit too; he must have put her on speaker. She did the same.
     
    “You had me basically pegged,” she said. “Couch, T-shirt, braless.” She ran her palms over the tight flesh of her nipples and sighed, her head dropping back against the arm of the couch. She’d set her laptop down a few minutes ago, and was stretched out full length. “Nipples.” She didn’t choke back the gasp this time as her fingers taunted the sensitive areas, and he made a little sound in response. Her cheeks were bright red, and somewhere in the back of her mind was a continuous loop of Am I doing this am I actually doing this why the hell am I doing this but she kept pushing the thoughts away, and focusing on how she felt. “And you?”
     
    “On the couch now,” he said. “I was at my desk before.”
     
    “And are you—” She couldn’t quite get the words out.
     
    “Taking myself in hand?” He laughed softly. “I am, princess. I’m thinking about you, too, how hot you felt, the spice of you. Do you know what I would have done, if you hadn’t gotten dressed so fast?”
     
    “Tell me,” she said.
     
    “I will,” he said, “if you promise to follow along at home.”
     
    A shiver ran through her. “Okay.”
     
    “As I recall, we’d already disposed of your skirt and panties,” he said, and then was quiet. She put the phone on her belly so the speaker was close enough that he could hear the teeth of the zipper sliding free. He made a quiet hissing sound, and she could hear the sound of his hand