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drawing a straight line against her folds, slowly, caressingly. Even as her breathing became erratic, she kept it slow, even if it was making her heart beat hard and her body ache painfully. Because that was how Silver liked to make love to her, torturing her with desire before—
    “My hand…on my cock…is moving faster now.”
    Lace bit her lip hard, not wanting to accidentally scream. If she did, she would sure to be heard outside, locked door notwithstanding.
    “I want your hand inside your panties now.”
    “O-okay.” She slipped her fingers inside and could have wept at how her skin swelled at the mere brush of contact.
    “Push one finger in, sweetheart.”
    She hesitated, having never pleasured herself this way before. “I…”
    “It’s going to be okay.” Silver’s voice was hoarse. “Don’t you trust me?”
    “I d-do.” And so she pushed one finger in…
    Oh. Oh God oh.  
    Her head slumped against the desk as her finger went all the way in. She felt her legs stretching, as if her body wanted to open itself completely so her finger could move even deeper.
    “Fuck yourself with your fingers now, baby. Do it like I fuck you.”
    This time, she didn’t think twice. This time, she didn’t even think.  
    Her finger went in and out, slowly at first then harder, deeper, and her eyes squeezed shut. Over the phone, she heard the sloshing sounds becoming louder and knew he was stroking himself hard as well. The thought of it had her whimpering, and she realized just one finger wasn’t enough.
    “ March. ” She moaned his name like she was begging.
    “Fist yourself then. One finger won’t ever be like my cock.”
    “ F-fist myself?”
    “All four fingers, sweetheart. Now. ”
    She tried it one at a time. Two fingers. Thrust it in, and found that it wasn’t enough. Three fingers made her start to feel tight, deliciously so, but after a few thrusts, it just wasn’t enough.
    And so the last finger went inside, and she was finally full, her folds stretching almost the way they did when it was Silver’s cock inside of her.
    Silver growled, “I’m close now so you have to do it hard, as hard as you can…”
    She fisted herself as hard as she could, trying to go deeper and harder with each thrust.
    “I’m fucking close now…”
    Lace moaned, his dirty talk never failing to push her ever so close to the edge.
    “Use your other hand, sweetheart. Touch your clit. Press hard…”
    She did as asked, her middle finger finding her clit, a long moan escaping her as she pressed hard.
    “Come now!”
    She fisted herself and played with her clit, and her orgasm exploded out of nowhere.
    She gasped, her eyes rolling back behind her eyelids, her entire body stiffening as she came in huge waves of pleasure. Over the phone she heard Silver roaring as he came as well, and the sound of him stroking himself into a frenzy made her moan and press harder on her clit, prolonging her orgasm until she ended up slumped down on the desk, completely exhausted.
    Over the phone, she heard Silver ask, “Do you need me to fly back?”
    A tear slipped down.
    God. Why was he so irritatingly perfect? Why did he seem to have a sixth sense when it came to sensing when she was in trouble?
    She remembered Aria and KC’s words.  
    “I—” Her phone vibrated at an incoming message, cutting her off.
    “Wyndham?” Silver asked when she got back.
    Could she risk Silver finding out about how stupid she had been in the past?
    She said dully, “I’m…good.” Swallowing back a painful sob, she said, “But March?”
    “What is it?” His voice was sharp with worry.
    “Hurry back, okay?”
    She ended the call before he could answer. On her way out, she almost stepped on her lucky coin. She bent down to pick it up, but her hand froze mid-air when she realized what she was staring at.
    Heads. Tell Silver about it.

Bad Thoughts

    Lace would never admit it to anyone, would rather have people think she had been fooled by his looks.