Page 28 of The Game
I try to concentrate, blocking Alexander from my mind as I return to my fantasy.
But each time I feel myself getting close, I can’t finish. As my frustrations grow, I wonder whether it’d be so bad to get myself off by thinking about him.
It’s not like anyone will know.
He may have a condescending presence about him, but even he can’t read minds.
I sigh as I surrender, imagining Alexander and his touch as I drift back into my fantasy, my fingers bringing myself pleasure.
My fantasy takes a whole new turn when I imagine Alexander pinning me down on the bed, groaning naughty things in my ear as he drives me toward pleasure.
When I climax, I’m drained and breathing heavily.
I open my eyes and glance at the ceiling.
Damn.
I just got myself off thinking about Alexander McGregor, and it was the most intense orgasm I’ve had in a while.
I tell myself that it’s just the stress and tension build-up over these past few weeks, nothing else.
He was a means to an end, a way to release some of the tautness in my body.
I settle into bed, finally falling asleep.
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On Monday morning, I push my weak moment to the back of my mind. He stirred some sexual desire in me when he backed me against that wall at the bar, but it’s no big deal.
Now, it’s over and handled.
Going forward, I’ll manage him just fine.
When I arrive at our office on Monday morning, Samantha is already there.
“Morning,” I say as I sit down in my chair.
She spins her chair toward me, wearing a smug expression.
“Morning, miss.”
When she gets up to close the door, I know I’m in for an interrogation.
She sits back down in her chair, her coffee cup in hand.
“I’ve been dying for some details about that car ride on Friday. Have you got anything sexy to report?” Samantha asks me, making me roll my eyes at her.
It’s clear she finds the whole situation between us amusing and treats it like her own little entertainment.
“There is nothing to report. He drove me home, and nothing happened. And it will continue like that.”
Samantha looks sceptical, her eyes scanning my face.
“Really? The sexual tension between you two was making me feel like the third wheel on a bike. But Alexander is a patient man, so he’ll probably drag this out, making you feral for him.”
I think about what she just told me.
Is that really how he will handle this?
