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“You’re absolutely right,” he agreed.
They sat in silence for a moment, her glaring, him smiling.Then she shoved angrily to her feet.“I really fucking hate you.”
He waited until she’d stormed her way to the stairwell, then called out, “I guess I’ll just clear your plate, then?”
“You don’t want me to tell you want you can do with that plate,” she shouted back, and stomped up the stairs to the sound of his laughter.
Chapter Sixteen
Much to Bailey’s consternation and Nash’s delight, the rest of the week was more of the same.
He mostly left her alone on Monday, which was both a relief and a worry.She used her day off to run her usual complement of errands—she stopped by the dry cleaner and the bank, had a short meeting with her accountant to prepare for the upcoming quarterly taxes.She checked in on Chloe via text, and was reassured that her friend was in good hands with Jesse and Knox.
Back home she caught up on laundry, took a nap, and searched for the most boring podcast she could find.She finally settled on one calledMathematics for Our Time, a discussion of how people relied too heavily on computers to do advanced math.But it turned out that boring didn’t help, because her mind just drifted to her full butt and her empty pussy, and she was right back where she didn’t want to be—horny as fuck with nowhere to go with it.
On Tuesday she threw herself into work, grateful for the distraction, and for the first part of the day she was blissfully focused on something other than sex.But just after lunch she got a text from Nash.She hesitated to open it, wary of a trick.She should’ve listened to her instincts, because when she finally clicked on it between clients, she found the filthiest story she’d ever read, a Cinderella retelling where the prince, after finally finding the beautiful maiden he’d fallen in love with, celebrated by sharing her with the entire palace guard.
Twenty men fucking one woman in every way possible, jizz flying everywhere, orgasms galore.And Bailey had to work the rest of the day with her pussy soaking through her jeans.
On Wednesday it wasn’t a story, but two photographs.The woman was white, with short pink hair, blue eyes, and a pin-up body.The man had warm bronze skin and dark brown eyes with a charming smile and firm, sleek muscles.The accompanying text readAva and T,giving her the faces to add to her sweaty, tangled dreams.
On Thursday it was another sexy story.She tried not to read it, she really did.But she caved, and the hot-wife, free-use scenario had her shaking so badly she had to lock herself in the bathroom at work for a solid half-hour, claiming food poisoning when her staff got worried.
She couldn’t keep going like this.So when she got home that night, she laid down the law.
“I can’t take it anymore, Nash.”
He looked up from the pile of laundry on his bed.She was in the doorway, still holding her purse and keys, all the sexual frustration and madness built up inside her fueling her glare.
“Hey, Bailey.”He set aside the shirt he’d just folded and plucked another one out of the pile.“What’s up?”
“Don’t ‘what’s up’ me,” she flared.She threw her purse to the floor, sent the keys after it with a musical jangle.“I’m done, you hear me?”
He straightened, his brown eyes radiating concern that didn’t quite hide the sadistic glee.“You seem upset, Bay.”
“Upset?Upset?”
Tossing the shirt back on the pile, he sat on the side of the bed.“Did something happen today?”
“Several things,” she ground out.“But not the thing that needs to happen.”Incensed, incandescent with rage and frustration and suppressed lust, she took the three strides to reach him and dug her hands into his T-shirt.“Because you won’t let it!”
“Whoa,” he murmured.“You’re really on edge.”
“You think?”She wanted to shake him until his teeth rattled.“I’m not going to make it to Sunday, Nash.Not like this.Something’s gotta give.”
He stood, nudging her back a step, and put his hands on her shoulders.“Okay, how about you take a deep breath and calm down?”
“Deep breaths don’t help, Nash.I’ve tried.You know what I did today?”
“Uh…”
“I started to prep highlights for someone who came in for a keratin treatment because I was thinking of your little hot-wife story instead of my job.”
“Um.That’s bad, right?”
She tightened her grip on his shirt.“Yes, Nash, that’s very fucking bad.I had to cancel my clients for tomorrow because I don’t trust myself not to fuck up someone’s hair!”
She sucked in a deep breath.“I tried, I really tried to follow your no orgasm rule.But it’s not worth my career.”
