work herself on them how she needed, which was just a little, just small circles that worked the pressure of his thumb against her, his fingers as he slid two inside her.
He wasn’t moving much at all, actually; he’d put his free arm back around her so she’d have something to lean against while she rode his hand, and now his cheek was against hers, his red-blond scruff almost invisible against his freckles until it was rubbing shivers over her skin.
“Sam,” she said, and she didn’t know why, except she wanted some part of him in her mouth.
“Yeah.” And she felt him smile, heard the smile in his voice, and it was that smile, which she didn’t even see, that brought her arms around his shoulders to pull him tight against her, that untied the last little knot in her chest and let her go, and go, forward and back, rubbing and bucking while he held steady for her, his body around hers, his forearm banded across her shoulder blades.
“Nina,” he said again, just as the first pulse made her feel heavy and slick all over and she followed the sound of her name to his mouth, and as she came, as he gave her this orgasm, as she gave it to him, she kissed him.
He kissed her back, and then, when she gathered tight with the last of it, he eased his fingers from her body, and brushed, softly, where she felt swollen and sensitive, slid her panties back over but kept kissing her, all of it, every small movement of it said,
This was for you.
But she did it for him.
Because he asked for it, because he wanted it, because she could do that, let him see her so vulnerable, not because her loss of composure gave him an advantage, but because such vulnerability was an extravagant gift, and he needed spoiling more than anyone she could think of, and he’d asked to be spoiled by her coming.
She knew she would be tempted to give him more of what he wanted, and what he asked for, particularly if his thanks was always so naked in his face, the way he grinned at her, the way his flush blended the freckles over his cheekbones into a color so beautiful she wanted it to rub off onto her own skin.
“We should do that all the time,” he said, twisting up her hair into his fist, off her neck, exposing the sweat there to the cold air in the office.
“We’d never get anything else done.” Her voice sounded rough, and now she didn’t know if it was from tears or feeling so physically good.
“There isn’t anything we’ve been doing before that could be as noble as that was.”
He said that seriously, and it seemed like he meant it. She had no choice but to take it at face value.
“I’m worried about Tay.”
Sam looked behind him, at a digital wall clock. “She’s likely in recovery, maybe still snoozing, or maybe up enough to try some fluids. I’ll walk with you and ask about when she can make an appointment to talk about the results.”
Nina felt her mind come into her body, where before, there had only been her body. It made her feel tight, queasy.
“Would they tell you anything?”
He looked at her, reached back to play with her hair again; it made her eyes feel drowsy, if not her body. “They might give me some idea, but they’re restricted from telling me anything. Please don’t count on it, though I’ll try to make sure she can go in and hear the results as soon as possible.”
“Okay.” She looked at him closer. “How are you?”
“Horny,” he said. Not hesitating. “You’re so pretty when you come. It’s the best thing I’ve seen in forever.”
How he made that sound remotely conversational was a mystery. “Look—” she started.
“I know.” He grabbed her hand. “I know you said we should be friends, and work together, and if I thought about doing all the dirty things I want to do with you, I should eat pie or something, but Nina,
come on
.”
“That’s the woo you’re gonna pitch?
‘Come on’?
”
“I already told you you’re pretty.”
“When I come.”
“All the rest of the
He wasn’t moving much at all, actually; he’d put his free arm back around her so she’d have something to lean against while she rode his hand, and now his cheek was against hers, his red-blond scruff almost invisible against his freckles until it was rubbing shivers over her skin.
“Sam,” she said, and she didn’t know why, except she wanted some part of him in her mouth.
“Yeah.” And she felt him smile, heard the smile in his voice, and it was that smile, which she didn’t even see, that brought her arms around his shoulders to pull him tight against her, that untied the last little knot in her chest and let her go, and go, forward and back, rubbing and bucking while he held steady for her, his body around hers, his forearm banded across her shoulder blades.
“Nina,” he said again, just as the first pulse made her feel heavy and slick all over and she followed the sound of her name to his mouth, and as she came, as he gave her this orgasm, as she gave it to him, she kissed him.
He kissed her back, and then, when she gathered tight with the last of it, he eased his fingers from her body, and brushed, softly, where she felt swollen and sensitive, slid her panties back over but kept kissing her, all of it, every small movement of it said,
This was for you.
But she did it for him.
Because he asked for it, because he wanted it, because she could do that, let him see her so vulnerable, not because her loss of composure gave him an advantage, but because such vulnerability was an extravagant gift, and he needed spoiling more than anyone she could think of, and he’d asked to be spoiled by her coming.
She knew she would be tempted to give him more of what he wanted, and what he asked for, particularly if his thanks was always so naked in his face, the way he grinned at her, the way his flush blended the freckles over his cheekbones into a color so beautiful she wanted it to rub off onto her own skin.
“We should do that all the time,” he said, twisting up her hair into his fist, off her neck, exposing the sweat there to the cold air in the office.
“We’d never get anything else done.” Her voice sounded rough, and now she didn’t know if it was from tears or feeling so physically good.
“There isn’t anything we’ve been doing before that could be as noble as that was.”
He said that seriously, and it seemed like he meant it. She had no choice but to take it at face value.
“I’m worried about Tay.”
Sam looked behind him, at a digital wall clock. “She’s likely in recovery, maybe still snoozing, or maybe up enough to try some fluids. I’ll walk with you and ask about when she can make an appointment to talk about the results.”
Nina felt her mind come into her body, where before, there had only been her body. It made her feel tight, queasy.
“Would they tell you anything?”
He looked at her, reached back to play with her hair again; it made her eyes feel drowsy, if not her body. “They might give me some idea, but they’re restricted from telling me anything. Please don’t count on it, though I’ll try to make sure she can go in and hear the results as soon as possible.”
“Okay.” She looked at him closer. “How are you?”
“Horny,” he said. Not hesitating. “You’re so pretty when you come. It’s the best thing I’ve seen in forever.”
How he made that sound remotely conversational was a mystery. “Look—” she started.
“I know.” He grabbed her hand. “I know you said we should be friends, and work together, and if I thought about doing all the dirty things I want to do with you, I should eat pie or something, but Nina,
come on
.”
“That’s the woo you’re gonna pitch?
‘Come on’?
”
“I already told you you’re pretty.”
“When I come.”
“All the rest of the
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