Chapter 5

5

SKYE

T his was extremely intimate. I was touching myself in front of a man I’d just met.

So why didn’t I feel more self-conscious? With anyone else, I would have, but Boone made me feel comfortable. I could do anything in front of him and he wouldn’t judge me.

But he was holding back. I could tell, watching him. So I sat up and moved my left hand to cup my breast. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath at the sensation of my finger making quick movements over my clit. I didn’t know what he was talking about with the alphabet, but that sounded fun. We might have to try that later—with his tongue, though, not my finger.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he said. “You’re so hot.”

My eyes drifted open at that, and I saw his strokes had become quicker. He was even harder than he’d been before. I’d never imagined I could get turned on just watching a man masturbate, but the sight in front of me was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I couldn’t have my first orgasm this quickly. That was impossible, right? But I felt the heat radiating through my body in waves, going all the way from my toes to the top of my head. All my senses were heightened, and it felt like every inhale brought in the freshest air I’d ever breathed.

And then the most incredible sensations I’d ever felt rushed through me as my entire world seemed to center on that one tiny nub. I held in a cry and threw my head back, closing my eyes as my orgasm raced through me.

I wanted to make noise, but I was still technically at work. Even though it was unlikely anyone would hear me, I couldn’t take that risk.

Boone grunted, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him—his hand moving faster than ever over his shaft. Then he lowered his head a little, and I saw a stream of liquid blast out of him, landing on the floor at his feet.

I’d done that. The sight of me touching myself had turned on this hot-as-hell guy. A thrill rushed through me at that realization.

“Skye?”

It took me a second to figure out why the sound of my name being spoken was so weird. Boone wasn’t the one speaking it. No, it was coming from the store.

Someone had just let themselves in. And that someone sounded a lot like my boss.

“You have to go,” I said, jumping off the table and snatching up my clothes. “Grab your stuff and go out that door.”

I pointed to the back door. It was an emergency exit I used to drop trash in the dumpster at the end of the night, and there was a way to get to the front parking lot from there.

“I’m naked,” he said.

“My boss is outside. Nobody will see you.”

He seemed to take my word for that. He snatched up his clothes, then gave me one last glance before rushing out that door.

I was too busy throwing my clothes on to notice. If Alex saw me half-naked back here, I’d have a lot of explaining to do. It would be better than him catching me back here with a man, but any excuse would be flimsy.

“Coming!” I called out. “Just a second.”

I buttoned my pants and looked down, doing a quick inventory. I couldn’t tell if I was disheveled, but I doubted it. Unless I had a glow that indicated I’d had my first orgasm, Alex shouldn’t be able to tell.

“Just checking if you were still here,” he called out. “I noticed the light was on and the door was unlocked.”

Yeah, I should have locked the door and turned out the lights before we came back here. I didn’t even think about it. I took a deep breath and headed out of the back room, realizing as I did so, I’d left my purse and phone out on the counter out front where anyone could have walked in and taken it.

I definitely had to be more careful. But with Boone distracting me, who could blame me?