and the thought alone made me wet. Turning me on to the point of feeling an intense tingle in between my thighs.
Shit…
The obscene thoughts that quickly took over my reasoning, made me glance away. I swear he could see my brain swarming with images of him watching me and feeling as turned on as I was.
When I peered back up into his office, he was gone.
Did I just imagine that? Had he not been there?
“Camila, you have officially lost your shit,” I spoke out loud, grabbing my things off the lounger before heading inside and up to my room.
My room.
The thought even sounded messed up in my head.
Walking inside the space I’d been staying in whenever I slept over, I threw my things on the bed. Instantly noticing my suitcase was tucked in the closet and my clothes were all hanging up instead of on the bed where I left it this morning.
Did he put my clothes away today?
Now, that thought alone sent my hormones into sexual overdrive, thinking he wanted me here that much.
No, he just wants to keep you safe. Or maybe it’s a little bit of both?
The image of Aiden watching me dance didn’t leave my focus as I took a cold shower. The wicked ache in my core only intensified with each passing second. The sensations of the frigid water running down my overheated thighs was enough to send me over the edge.
Especially, since the last time I had sex was with Sean years ago. Towards the end of our relationship things were so strained between us, I couldn’t even get off with him anymore.
I needed a release.
I was like an atomic bomb ready to blow up.
Sex wasn’t just a physical thing for me. I needed the chemistry, the heat, the passion…
The love.
Knowing he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants didn’t help my disposition. It made it nearly impossible for me to enjoy our intimate times together, and trust me, Sean always gave me his best moves. Spending hours trying to get me to have the big O, simply to come up empty.
Literally.
I hated him, but hated myself even more when I did let him back in. It was a mess, we were a mess. But he was a body, and I wasn’t ready to be alone. Plus, he knew exactly how to manipulate me. Lying to me every chance he got, as if it were his favorite sport. I wanted to believe him, although I always knew better.
I hadn’t experienced this level of lust in what felt like forever. The whole time I showered, I resisted the urge to slide my hand down wanting to relieve the throb in my pussy.
My fingers inched down, only to stop right above where I need them to circle. It would be useless, my toy got left behind and I could never get myself off with only my hand. I needed the stimulation a toy provided.
My desire for release didn’t ease up, if anything it deepened while I was putting on my pajamas. The silk shorts and camisole slid smoothly along my overly sensitive skin.
The inviting, comfortable cushion of my bed dipped beneath my knees as I crawled under the cool sheets. I laid down in the middle of the queen-sized mattress and ran my fingers along the soft, cotton down comforter. It felt heavy and warm on my body that was too wound up. Needing to pleasure myself in other ways.
I could no longer resist the craving, I pulled off the covers, sinking deep into the sheets. Longing to feel any way I could.
Sighing in defeat, I gave into the temptation and allowed my imagination to take over.
My fingers moved on their own accord, gliding across my hard nipples calling out to be touched. I rolled them between my fingers, flicking and pinching the small pebbles just enough to set my body on fire.
Picturing Aiden watching me dance through sinful eyes. The eyes I couldn’t get enough of.
My fingers hooked the lace band of my panties, slipping them down my freshly shaved legs until they reached my ankles.
The tip of my tongue glided against my dry lips, envisioning the way he stared at me as my ass dropped to the ground.
With one hand kneading my breast, the other slowly treading toward my belly button and down toward the top of my pussy. Caressing the lining of my soft, bare folds.
I was soaking wet.
For him.
If he was watching me dance, did he like what he saw? Did he