27. Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Eric

This inability to focus on my work is getting old. I don’t know what the hell has changed, but it’s starting to piss me off. I like my job. I should be able to focus. I shouldn’t be looking at the clock wondering why it’s going painstakingly slow.

I wonder what Mia is doing. She’s been getting on her laptop more often now as she tries to manage some of her workload from here.

I know she’s starting to go a bit stir crazy in the house. It’s only a matter of time before she goes home.

My body tenses at the thought of when that day will come. I don’t want to think about it. It will just make this shit day even worse. My body is wound so tight from being so damn tense all day as I battle with my own head.

I should check my security cameras again just to make sure Mia is safe. It’s become a bit of a habit for me to glance at them throughout the day. It already has me on edge a bit to leave her home alone for so long.

I open up the app on my computer and type in the password. There are cameras in all main rooms and the entire outside perimeter. I sweep through the outside cameras first to clear all points of entry then I click through the rooms.

Everything seems clear. I am about to close out of the last camera that is in the kitchen when Mia comes into the frame. I sit up straight because she is getting herself a glass of water from the fridge—in nothing but a black bra and underwear. Her ass is barely covered by her underwear and it’s sexy as fuck.

Is this what she does all day when I’m gone? Anger surges through me as I watch her from afar knowing if I wasn’t at this damn job I would be able to be home with her.

I reach for my phone and dial her number. I watch her reach for the phone on the island and pick it up.

“Hey, you,” her voice crackles slightly. “Everything okay?”

My hand squeezes the phone as I watch her lean her arms on the island, bending over the counter.

“Not exactly,” I bite out.

“What’s wrong?” she asks softly.

“There’s a lot wrong right now. But I’d say at the top of the list is you.”

I watch her stand up straight. “Me?”

“Yes, you. I’m over here at work trying to focus, which is impossible to do when I check in to make sure you’re safe and see you standing in my kitchen in next to nothing.”

She looks over her shoulder up at the camera and a slow smile spreads across her face.

“Oh, you can see me.”

I sigh. “Yes, Mia. I see you. Now, not only can I not focus on work, but I’m hard as a rock.”

“How’s that my fault?” she replies with a hint of amusement.

“You know I have these cameras. I think you’re doing this on purpose. Trying to distract me and get me fired.”

“You think I’m doing this on purpose?”

“It seems like it,” I growl with annoyance.

She looks up at the camera with a devilish look in her eye. Then she takes me by surprise by reaching behind her back and unhooks her bra. I hold my breath as I wait for it to fall. Her arms remain tight to her sides, holding it up.

“Are you teasing me right now?” I growl. “I’m not in the mood to be messed with.”

She giggles in the phone, making it almost impossible to be angry at her anymore. I have to fight not to smirk at how cute she sounds.

“I have to ask,” she whispers. “Is there anyone around you?”

“Mia, there is no way in hell I would let anyone but me see you like this.”

“Oh,” she says as she looks up at the camera, “in that case.”

She moves her arms, and the bra falls to the ground. Her perfect breasts appear on the screen—nipples hard and ready for me, but I’m not there.

I stand up and take long, fast steps then lock my door. My blinds are already closed. I can’t believe what I’m about to do, but I have zero control when it comes to this woman.

I sit back in my chair. “Touch yourself,” I demand, needing to get right to the point.

“Where?” she whispers.

“Start with your breasts, baby. Play with them, give your nipples some attention for me.”

“I need to put my phone on speaker,” she whispers.

I watch her place the phone on the counter then look back up at the camera. As her hands fill up with her generous breasts, I unzip my pants and pull myself out.

“That’s it, baby. Pretend those are my hands. Pinch your nipples for me.” She obeys my command, and it makes me want more. “Lose the underwear and get up on that counter.”

She slowly pushes her black underwear to the floor and uses both hands to boost her up to the counter. I run my hand up and down my dick as I watch.

“Good girl. Now spread those legs for me. Show me your pink pussy.”

I squeeze my dick and jerk it harder when I get a view of her pussy. A bead of precum drips out of my tip. I bring my thumb to my tip and spread it around.

“Now touch yourself. I want to watch you get yourself off while I jerk myself,” I demand.

She doesn’t miss a beat. Her fingers slide inside of pussy then she moves them up to her clit and starts to rub circles. I almost black out from there as I watch her rub herself to orgasm on my kitchen island then I pump myself hard and fast until I’m spilling into my own hand.

I throw my head back and take several deep breaths, willing myself to get ahold of myself now.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper into the phone. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I need to clean myself up. See you tonight?”

“Of course,” she says heavily, still panting from her release. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I hang up and throw my phone onto my desk. What the hell am I doing? Jerking off in my office is unacceptable and completely out of character for me.

I grab several tissues off of my desk and clean myself up the best that I can, so I can move to the bathroom.

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted and frustrated with myself. I’m all twisted inside and have no idea how to handle it. The reality of it all is that it has everything to do with Mia.

I’ve shared more with her than I have with anyone. I’ve opened up old wounds that I’ve done everything in my power to forget about.

When I walk through the door, the familiarity of it all starts to feel suffocating this time. The homemade dinner, the smile on her face. How did I let this happen?