“I want to listen as you come,” she told him. “Be loud for me. Let me hear it.”
“Fuck me,” he muttered, then a deep groan told her he’d settled himself to it, and a rush of answering wetness soaked her underpants. “Just thinking about you is wrecking me, lovely.” His voice sounded ragged, barely coherent.
“Hearing you like this…” She pictured his beautiful inked body, his big hands and the massive cock she’d wrapped her hand around in the hot tub — she imagined him stroking himself now, and a little moan of frustration and hunger escaped her as she listened to him work.
A gasping laugh answered her. “You’re turned on too, huh? Join me?”
She’d never considered taking care of herself with someone listening, knowing, but in this moment she was so achy and frustrated — and the sounds he made were so deliciously sexy — that she murmured, “Okay,” and rubbed a hand across her aching nipples before sliding downward into her underpants to ease the tension there. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” And then in surprise, “Whoa, I am never this wet!” She imagined his fingers instead of her own.
“Oh, Nell, baby… stroke that juicy peach for me… I’m so hard right now, I think I’d split you in two…” His gritty murmur told her he was almost there.
“I’m tough enough to take you,” she choked out. Sensation swirled and crashed over her, with frantic fingers and imagination and hearing his gasps and groans over the phone, until she just barely managed to whisper, “Coming…” in the split second before her climax rocked through her. And his wordless growl in response was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard.
They lay there in silence for a minute, in their separate beds but somehow feeling close, listening over the phone to each other’s breathing as it gradually slowed back to normal.
“That pretty much blew my mind, Nella-bella,” Eamonn said at last, his voice hoarse.
“It was something,” Nell agreed sleepily. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Eamonn. Sleep well.”
It was Wednesday again — Nell’s equivalent to Monday. Even though she’d worked through her “weekend” up at Champagne Cascades, she was expected to be in the office. She’d have to go through the HR department to arrange days in lieu; she couldn’t just take them.
She did her workout and made her protein shake, as always. Refused to put on makeup or fuss with her hair, but she chose the least terrible of her hated business casual outfits, a black cap-sleeved wrap blouse and black slacks that at least had pockets and a bit of stretch. She’d never told anyone that she imagined herself as a ninja in that particular combination.
And she spent the whole bus ride to work thinking about Eamonn. Like iron pulled toward a magnet, she wanted to see him, but she also dreaded it a little. How will we handle this? Will he keep things professional at work? It seemed a lot to hope for. She didn’t want to be the subject of gossip and titillation.
She felt her familiar sense of satisfaction at being the first to arrive at work, the one to unlock the glass doors. As usual, it soothed her to get herself established before anyone else arrived. Especially Eamonn.
In Nell’s absence, Lila had allowed the reception area and kitchenette to devolve into mild chaos — the glossy vacation magazines were haphazardly stacked on the end tables, with sticky coffee rings showing that the tables hadn’t been wiped down at all, and the kitchen sink was full of dirty mugs and a coffee filter full of grounds that hadn’t been disposed of. Nell allowed herself the private luxury of a headshake and sigh before she set to work sorting out the situation. Squaring everything away eased her tension a bit and made her feel more in control, as always. She filled up the photocopier with paper, since five of the six trays were nearly empty, made herself a cup of tea, and headed for her office to get started on her own day’s work.
Before long, Lila rapped on the doorframe and popped her head in. “Morning, Nell, how was the site visit? I’m making coffee, if you want some.”
“I’m good with my tea, thanks.” Nell nodded toward her steaming cup, sitting right in Lila’s line of sight on the desk. Brilliant observation skills, there. “The site manager was taken to the hospital for concussion, and then we had to voucher the guests out on a flood warning, and then we got evacuated.”
Lila made dramatic big eyes at that, then leaned closer and asked in what was probably meant to be a hushed tone, “And what about Easy? You had him all to yourself for two whole nights! Did anything happen? Is he as good as they say?”
“Really, Lila? Eamonn Yarrow is my assistant, our co-worker, not some kind of man candy that I could just have for the taking,” Nell said firmly, schooling her face to show nothing.
“Come on — he’s a rocker and apparently a sex god — I bet he’d have been up for it if you’d shown the least sign of interest.” Lila shook her head and rolled her eyes at the same time, her move to convey peak frustration. “I’m trying to be your friend and help you out here. You’d have so much more fun in life if you took that stick out of your butt and enjoyed your opportunities a little.”
“Nell doesn’t have a stick up her butt, princess.” Eamonn’s amused voice broke into their conversation, and Nell looked over in horror to see him lounging against the wall in the hallway. Who knew how long he’d been listening?
Lila spun around with a gasp and giggle. “Oooh, hi, Easy! I was just kidding, right? Do you want coffee? I was just making coffee…” She fluttered away without waiting for an answer.
Eamonn watched her disappear with a cynical look on his face. “She’ll
