Page 9 of Twelve Days of Temptation (Temptation 1)
Keep this up, Santa, and I may begin to believe in you again.
While she dried her hair, she turned on the balls and closed her eyes to savor the now-familiar vibration. It wasn’t enough to make her come, but it sent her heart racing and brought an excited flush to her cheeks. She applied less makeup than normal. She didn’t need to hide beneath layers of it. She felt beautiful.
She chose a thong and a small lace bra, then layered a simple tan skirt and an untucked peach blouse over it. She had no idea how she would secretly masturbate in front of Brock, but she had a feeling it started with choosing the right outfit. The mere thought of attempting this challenge had her stroking herself almost without realizing it. She hunted in the back of her closet for a heavy coat and cut off both pockets. In front of a full-length mirror, she put the coat on and checked to see how obvious it would be if she slid her hand through one of the holes and down her skirt.
It wasn’t ideal. She pulled a small chair over, sat down with her purse on her lap, and tried it again. Perfection. If she were careful, Brock would have no idea what she was doing.
Kate called Brock’s office and told his secretary she’d like to speak with him as soon as possible. The woman gave her directions to Brock’s latest work site. Finding him was easier than Kate had expected, but she wasn’t about to question why.
She nervously skipped breakfast and decided to start her day with a bang. On the drive to see Brock, Kate planned exactly what she’d say to him. She’d keep it casual. Simple. She saw his truck in the mill lot and parked beside it. Her heart started thudding wildly in her chest.
Part of her wanted to turn tail and run, but another part wanted to push past her fears and be able to tell Mr. Elf all about it that night. Confidence. I need confidence.
She turned the Ben Wa balls to a medium setting. Enough to be a distraction without being audible to anyone. I can do this.
She stepped out of her car and was halfway to the trailer when a woman started waving at her and walking over. Shit. It was one of the women who had insulted her at the supermarket. Double shit. Kate turned and was about to retreat into her car when the woman blocked her way.
“Don’t go, Kate. I was hoping to run into you. I’m Brock’s sister, Linda.” She held out a hand in greeting, but Kate didn’t shake it.
Kate couldn’t meet her eyes. The balls were vibrating away within her and she prayed the other woman couldn’t hear them. “I just remembered I forgot something on . . . at home.”
“Don’t leave because of me. I was completely wrong the other day, and I’ve been trying to think of a way to apologize to you for it.”
The woman’s smile was as open and friendly as Brock’s, which made the encounter somehow worse. “I really should go.”
“If you came to see Brock, he’s in his trailer.” She gave Kate another disarmingly friendly smile and said, “I know it’s none of my business, but I heard the two of you were dancing last night at Grady’s. If you like him, don’t let me be the reason you don’t give him a chance. I’m pretty sure he’s had a crush on you since he was ten.”
Kate felt a confusing rush of emotions. A crush on me? Brock? She didn’t want to think about Brock’s feelings. He was part of her game with another man. She wanted to get in, have her secret orgasm, get out, and go see what Mr. Elf had sent her. “I’m not upset with you. I’m not upset with anyone. I accept your apology. Forget it. It’s fine,” Kate said. Wavering. Do I stay? Do I go?
“Would you like me to walk you over to see him?”
“No,” Kate said emphatically. That much she was sure of. She took a step away from Linda. The movement pushed one of the balls to her favorite spot, and Kate half closed her eyes with pleasure. “I’ll find him, thanks.”
“I’m really sorry, Kate.”
“It’s fine,” Kate said and hoped she didn’t sound as out of breath as she felt. “Really. Forget it.”
“Okay, I’m glad. I’m sure Brock will be happy to see you, too.”
Not as happy as I will be to see him, Kate thought. She nodded and headed toward the trailer. The walk to the trailer felt excruciatingly good. The balls were moving back and forth with each step she took, and Kate worried she might orgasm before she saw Brock. She knocked on the door.
“Kate,” Brock warmly greeted her. “Come on in. You must be freezing in that dress.”
She shook her head. “No, this coat is warm.”
“Well, this is a nice surprise.”
She followed him inside the trailer office. “Do you mind if I sit?”
“Not at all,” he said and took a seat behind his own desk. “I didn’t expect to see you today. Did you need anything? Those movers I offered?”
She adjusted her purse on her lap so it would block his view. “No, I didn’t change my mind about them. I just came by to tell you how much fun I had last night.”
He gave her a lopsided grin, desire for her evident in those beautiful eyes of his. “We could have had more.”
She blushed and slid her hand through the hole where her pocket had been and beneath the waistband of her skirt. The front of her thong was soaked with her own juices. She slid her finger into her wet slit and began to stroke her nub. “I hardly know you.”
He stood and pointed to the coffee machine behind him. “Let me get you some coffee. It’ll warm you up.”
I’m warming up already.
“Please, don’t go to any trouble for me,” she said, striving to sound normal as she secretly played with herself beneath her thick coat. “I’m fine.”
“It’s no trouble. It’s already made.” He poured a cup of coffee. “Sugar? Cream?”
She licked her bottom lip and fought to keep her eyes open as she caressed herself faster and faster, trying desperately to keep the motion located only in her hand. “Whatever you have. I’m not picky.” But I am close to coming. Please, stay there at the coffee machine just a few more minutes.
He didn’t. He walked over, sat on the edge of his desk and held the coffee cup out to her. “I figured your hands must be cold. If nothing else, this will warm them.”
Kate slid her right hand out of her skirt. She took the coffee with her left hand. He was too close for her to continue, and she was torn between fleeing to her car where she could finish what she’d started or ripping off her clothes and begging him to finish it for her on his desk.
Her elf’s instructions echoed in her head: Nothing happens between you and that man unless I say so. You’re mine. Not his. Only fuck him if I tell you to.
Kate adjusted her position in her seat. The balls moved within her, almost but not quite where she wanted them to be. She wiggled again, and the coffee sloshed over the side of her cup and spilled on her coat. She wiped at it with her other hand.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Brock said. He was beside her in a flash with a paper towel. He wiped the towel up and down the spill. His strong caress warmed her thigh even through her many layers of clothing.
She’d never wanted her husband with the desperation with which she wanted Brock. His hands were large, strong—a workingman’s hands. She wanted to feel them on her skin, wanted his fingers where hers had been earlier. She grabbed his hand, stilling it.
Their eyes met and the air sizzled with their mutual desire. He stood in front of her, the evidence of his attraction to her staring her right in the eyes, so to speak. His cock was huge and straining against the front of his jeans. She wanted
to release it. Taste it. She couldn’t stop staring at it. Unlike her husband who had been tall and thin, Brock was ruggedly built. He was definitely strong enough to give her the wall-banging good time she’d raunchily claimed she wanted for Christmas.
What had her elf said? “In nine days, you fuck ME.”
Brock was the fantasy she’d chosen to get off on all week, not the man she intended to sleep with. Not that I’m going to sleep with Mr. Elf, either.
Am I? If I’m that desperate for sex, wouldn’t it make more sense to sleep with someone like Brock? Someone I know?
She dropped her hand. Nothing she was doing made sense, but that was what made it so freeing. She’d left behind the rules and etiquette she’d been raised with and was doing what she wanted for a change. And her bossy little elf was helping her discover what that was. She wasn’t about to end that by sleeping with Brock.
“Is that a picture of your family behind your desk?” she asked with what she hoped sounded like polite interest.
He glanced over his shoulder at it. “Yes.”
“I’d love to see it.”
He moved back behind his desk and retrieved it. “That’s my parents, my sister, and me. I take it along wherever I’m working. It grounds me. Reminds me what’s important. Want to see it?” He took a step as if he were coming back around the desk to her.
“Stay there. I can see it fine.” With him once again behind his desk, she began to stroke herself again. The fire from before burst through her, more intense from the teasing delay. She squirmed in her seat and let out an audible gasp as one of the balls shifted to vibrate on the exact spot she’d craved. Every cell in her body became more alive; her own touch felt hotter, wilder. She looked down at the rug as the sensation overtook her. Her fingers stroked faster and faster. She fought to keep her eyes open. The first tingles of an orgasm made her quiver in anticipation.
