I watched as a spark of interest flashed through Aubrey’s eyes. I couldn’t begin to count the number of times I’d thought about having her in my bed, and from the way she was standing there looking at me, she’d thought about it too. A light blush swept across her face as she snapped, “What makes you think I’d ever want to know the difference.”
“Oh, you can deny it all you want, but we both know that you do.”
She rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh and muttered, “You are so full of yourself.”
“Only because I know I’m right.”
She glared at me for a moment, then brushed past me and headed towards the door. “Sorry to break it to you, but I won’t be around long enough for that to happen.”
Before I could say anything more, she disappeared back into the club, letting the door slam behind her. She clearly wanted this conversation to be over, but that wasn’t going to happen—not if I had anything to say about it. I charged into the club, and when I spotted her at the bar, I strode over to her and said, “I wasn’t done talking to—”
That’s all I got out of my mouth before she whipped around and slammed her drink tray right into the middle of my chest, sending a spray of various liquors all over me. Aubrey’s mouth dropped as she inhaled a surprised breath. That surprised look slowly evolved into a gratified smirk. Sarcasm dripped from her words as she snickered. “Oh, um...I’m so sorry.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Seriously. You startled me.”
She knelt down and started picking up the broken glass. “We have someone who’ll take care of that.”
“I made the mess. I’ll clean it up.”
I was tempted to ask her if the same held true for the mess she’d made of me, but I kept that thought to myself and simply walked away, leaving her and her little fucking smirk to finish cleaning up the mess on her own. I headed to my office and grabbed some clean clothes, then made my way into the bathroom. I could’ve just changed shirts, but I hoped a quick shower might improve my embittered mood. I quickly removed my soaked clothing, then turned on the shower. Without waiting for it to warm, I stepped inside, letting the frigid temperature cascade down my head and shoulders. I’d barely closed my eyes when she came crashing through my thoughts.
I didn’t know what it was about that woman, but she had me all tangled up. I thought back to our latest encounter and that sexy little smirk on her face, which led to the memory of her undressing in my office and how badly I wanted to fuck her—something I had no business thinking about. Not now. Not ever. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to get her out of my mind. One minute I was imagining Aubrey in her white lace blouse, how it embodied her innocence, and then the next, in that fucking uniform, how each and every one of her curves were accentuated by the thin black fabric.
Damn, I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. I had to get her out of my system and fast. Hoping it would knock the edge off, I turned the water to hot and took my throbbing dick in hand, fisting my fingers tightly around my pulsing shaft.
I started stroking my thick cock, envisioning Aubrey in my bed with my hand trailing across her perfect, round breast. I could almost feel her soft, smooth skin and imagined reaching for her erect nipple, twisting it gently between my fingertips. My breath quickened as I thought of her writhing against the soft cotton sheets as I touched her body—her skin blushing, thighs clenching, and toes curling while her little whimpers echoed through the room. With each image, my hand moved faster, gripping tighter, and every stroke had me closer to the edge. My dick pulsed in my hand when I imagined the expression on her face as I raked my tongue against her clit, tasting her, tormenting her until the moment when her back arched off of the bed as her orgasm surged through her body. Fuck. I stroked harder, faster, and just as I was reaching the point of no return, an unexpected movement drew my attention to the doorway. It was Aubrey. She was standing there watching me jacking off like there was no tomorrow.
I would’ve thought the sight might’ve had a woman like her running for the hills.
It didn’t.
Aubrey remained standing in the doorway, watching with lust-filled eyes as I moved my hand up and down my rigid cock. She could try to deny it, but she was much more interested in me than I’d even realized. And I liked it. I liked it a fucking lot. My hand never stopped moving as our eyes met; she gasped, and a bright red blush swept over Aubrey’s beautiful face, and then she was gone.