allowing herself to remove the direct contact until the orgasm washed over her, shaking her entire body and dragging a loud groan from her lips.
When the pulses eased, she jerked the spray away from her sensitive flesh. She released the nozzle to hang from the wall, swaying against the tile as she gripped the door with her hand to keep from collapsing.
It took several moments for her to regain her composure enough to turn off the water and exit the cubicle.
Katy stared at her flushed face in the mirror as she dried off. Thank God she was heading into the office for a while before she met him. It would take that long for the telltale signs of her recent masturbation session to dissipate. If she wasn’t embarrassed enough about her antics last night, that would push her over the edge.
Rafe didn’t need any more fuel to encourage him to believe she was a total nympho.
Chapter Seven
Saturday evening couldn’t come quick enough for Rafe. He spent the day working out and catching up on business. He’d been so distracted all week, he’d fallen behind on some of his client’s files.
He was exhausted, mentally and physically. After dropping Katy off last night, he’d returned home to beat the shit out of his personal punching bag. Keeping one of those in his basement was the best investment he’d ever made. He couldn’t count the number of times it had come in handy after a rough day at work or a bad match at the gym.
He couldn’t say he’d ever used the bag to take out repressed sexual urges, but there was always a first.
When Katy answered his text after noon, he sighed in relief.
“Dinner sounds nice. Can I meet you there? I have to stop by the office for a while first.”
The idea of Katy working on a Saturday afternoon in the very office where her partner would like be lurking about hitting on her made Rafe’s skin crawl.
But he didn’t own her, and besides it wouldn’t ever be reasonable to expect her to change her feelings about that particular law firm. It was her business what she was willing to tolerate professionally.
At seven o’clock sharp, Rafe arrived at the Italian restaurant he’d given her the address to and waited inside the front entrance for her to arrive. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and then ran a hand through his hair.
Katy entered minutes later with a smile on her face and the most fantastic dress molding her body. She took his breath away. He was convinced she could do that in ratty sweats and a holey T-shirt, but tonight’s dress was amazing.
Rafe took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You look fabulous.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she teased.
He set his hand on her lower back as she followed the hostess to their table. Her dress was a dark blue that matched his shirt as though they’d planned it. The skirt accentuated her fine ass and ended only a few inches lower. He wanted to know what she wore underneath so badly he had to lick his lips as she took her seat.
The upper section of the dress seemed suspended by two tiny straps that couldn’t possibly be meant to keep the clothing from slipping to the floor. He decided the swell of her breasts were keeping everything in place and the straps were for adornment.
A sheer, see-through, blue jacket of sorts complemented the outfit. It wasn’t going to keep her warm, but it did provide Rafe with plenty to imagine beneath the barely existent material.
Rafe was glad to sit across from her, relieved he hadn’t tripped over his own feet as he’d watched her bend at the waist, the hem of her skirt rising enough to make his mouth water.
He glanced away to compose himself briefly, wondering if she’d intentionally worn the dress to entice him to sleep with her. He stifled the urge to chuckle.
“How was the office?”
“Eh.” She shrugged. “I needed to grab a few files, so I spent some time looking over my emails while I was there.”
“Was anyone else working today?” Like your creepy boss
When the pulses eased, she jerked the spray away from her sensitive flesh. She released the nozzle to hang from the wall, swaying against the tile as she gripped the door with her hand to keep from collapsing.
It took several moments for her to regain her composure enough to turn off the water and exit the cubicle.
Katy stared at her flushed face in the mirror as she dried off. Thank God she was heading into the office for a while before she met him. It would take that long for the telltale signs of her recent masturbation session to dissipate. If she wasn’t embarrassed enough about her antics last night, that would push her over the edge.
Rafe didn’t need any more fuel to encourage him to believe she was a total nympho.
Chapter Seven
Saturday evening couldn’t come quick enough for Rafe. He spent the day working out and catching up on business. He’d been so distracted all week, he’d fallen behind on some of his client’s files.
He was exhausted, mentally and physically. After dropping Katy off last night, he’d returned home to beat the shit out of his personal punching bag. Keeping one of those in his basement was the best investment he’d ever made. He couldn’t count the number of times it had come in handy after a rough day at work or a bad match at the gym.
He couldn’t say he’d ever used the bag to take out repressed sexual urges, but there was always a first.
When Katy answered his text after noon, he sighed in relief.
“Dinner sounds nice. Can I meet you there? I have to stop by the office for a while first.”
The idea of Katy working on a Saturday afternoon in the very office where her partner would like be lurking about hitting on her made Rafe’s skin crawl.
But he didn’t own her, and besides it wouldn’t ever be reasonable to expect her to change her feelings about that particular law firm. It was her business what she was willing to tolerate professionally.
At seven o’clock sharp, Rafe arrived at the Italian restaurant he’d given her the address to and waited inside the front entrance for her to arrive. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and then ran a hand through his hair.
Katy entered minutes later with a smile on her face and the most fantastic dress molding her body. She took his breath away. He was convinced she could do that in ratty sweats and a holey T-shirt, but tonight’s dress was amazing.
Rafe took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You look fabulous.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she teased.
He set his hand on her lower back as she followed the hostess to their table. Her dress was a dark blue that matched his shirt as though they’d planned it. The skirt accentuated her fine ass and ended only a few inches lower. He wanted to know what she wore underneath so badly he had to lick his lips as she took her seat.
The upper section of the dress seemed suspended by two tiny straps that couldn’t possibly be meant to keep the clothing from slipping to the floor. He decided the swell of her breasts were keeping everything in place and the straps were for adornment.
A sheer, see-through, blue jacket of sorts complemented the outfit. It wasn’t going to keep her warm, but it did provide Rafe with plenty to imagine beneath the barely existent material.
Rafe was glad to sit across from her, relieved he hadn’t tripped over his own feet as he’d watched her bend at the waist, the hem of her skirt rising enough to make his mouth water.
He glanced away to compose himself briefly, wondering if she’d intentionally worn the dress to entice him to sleep with her. He stifled the urge to chuckle.
“How was the office?”
“Eh.” She shrugged. “I needed to grab a few files, so I spent some time looking over my emails while I was there.”
“Was anyone else working today?” Like your creepy boss
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