by KB Winters
Maggie pulled the tie out of her hair and let it spill down over her shoulders. She threw her head this way and that, her hair flying all around as she really got into her dancing. Her blonde hair was almost always pulled back at work, and I had no idea how long it was until that moment as it cascaded over her shoulders and—regretfully—covered those perky breasts of hers.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I started fantasizing about her in ways I’d never thought about before. My breath quickened as I continued to stare as if this was my own private show. I imagined sitting on the couch with Maggie wearing her lingerie, dancing and grinding right in front of me. I licked my suddenly dry lips as I thought about having her straddle me as she writhed to the beat of the music, giving me a personal lap dance. A small groan escaped me as I thought about hearing her gasp and then seeing her smile as she felt just how hard her erotic dancing had made me.
The ache in my balls was becoming too much, and the guilt of watching her without her knowledge or permission was starting to weigh heavily on me. I forced myself to walk away and went back to my car.
I started my car and pulled away from the parking space. But I couldn’t leave without giving her one last look. As I did, though, I thought my heart was going to stop in my chest. I swear she saw me. She’d stopped dancing and was looking out the window—right at me.
My heart raced as I drove away as quickly as I dared to avoid being noticed. I hoped in the dark, from where she was, she wouldn’t be able to make out my car. My windows were tinted completely black, there was no way she could tell it was me with absolute certainty.
Either way, working with her the next day was sure to be awkward.
***
I got home and jumped in the shower, eager to relieve the pressure building up in my nut sack. I tried to think of anyone but her as I jerked off—lingerie models, old girlfriends, anybody—but my mind inevitably kept going back to the way she’d moved those hips in that sultry way, her tits, and that luscious blonde hair.
I shook my head, wondering how—after all these years—I’d never seen her sex appeal before? How could I have been so blind all this time? It was there, staring me in the face, day in and day out, and yet I’d walked through the office with blinders on. What the hell had I been thinking?
As I stroked my cock, I imagined Maggie’s lips wrapped around my shaft. I pictured myself staring down into those big baby blue eyes as she sucked me off. I imagined her wearing that tiny little bra, her luscious, perfect tits a stunning backdrop to the mind-blowing blowjob she was giving me. I jerked my cock harder, gripped it tighter as I imagined her working my dick with her hand and that warm, sweet mouth. It wasn’t long before it all became too much for me to bear, and I imagined the feeling of shooting my seed into her mouth, filling her up, and having my come slowly roll down her chin and drip down right between her beautiful tits.
God, I felt so dirty, but it felt amazing at the same time. I came quickly, shooting my load all over the shower wall, and it was such a relief. My breath was shallow and ragged, but it had gotten the job done. After I’d finished in the shower, I’d be able to think more clearly. Surely, my jerk-off session had to be a one-time incident. I couldn’t let it be anything else. It was Mags. I couldn’t let myself cross that line. Nor would I let her. I couldn’t take advantage of her like that. It wouldn’t be fair to her. And it wouldn’t be right.
I knew there was no way I could continue working with her if my mind was in the gutter. I couldn’t keep thinking about her sucking me off or straddling me as she wriggled that tight, little ass around on my crotch. No, work would be very difficult if things went in that direction, indeed.
I grabbed the towel and just as I started to dry off, my phone rang. Still wiping the water off me, I rushed to answer it. Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear. I sighed and shook my head.
It was Maggie.
“Mags?”
“Hey you,” she said with a flirty laugh. “Becoming a Peeping Tom or something?”
I cleared my throat and tried to hide the nervous tremor. I’d been busted. “What do you mean?”
She favored me with that flirty little laugh again and despite myself, I felt that familiar stirring deep down in my groin. I rolled my eyes and tried to think of anything—statistics from last night’s baseball game, opening arguments for a current case—anything that would quench that fire down below.
“Was I imagining things,” she started, “or was that your car sitting outside my house a little while ago?”
“Must have been someone else’s car,” I said quickly and then cringed, realizing I’d spoken too quickly—a sure tell. “I’ve been home all evening.”
“Oh yeah?” I could hear the amusement in her voice, almost like she was playing a game with me. “Huh. I would have sworn it was you. It certainly looked like your car, but I guess not. Hope you have a good night, Aidan.”
“You, too,” I said quietly. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just thought it was you. See you tomorrow,” she said.
She hung up before I could answer her, but I felt my cheeks burning. She knew I’d been outside peeking in at her. She was simply taunting me. Or was I just being paranoid?
Hard to tell. At one time, I thought I knew Maggie about as well as you could know a person. But I was learning that I had apparently only scratched the surface. Apparently, there was a whole hell of a lot about Mags that I didn’t know. And this new side to her was not only a surprise, but it was incredibly sexy.
And dangerous.
But I had to face facts—I lived a dangerous life. A dangerous life that I wouldn’t wish on anybody. Least of all somebody who didn’t know precisely what they were signing up for. And while Mags might think she could handle it, the truth was, she too had only scratched the surface.
Chapter Fifteen
Maggie
I hung up the phone and smiled to myself. He was so cute when he lied, especially when he was so awkward about it. Aidan O’Brien was never awkward, he always carried himself with poise and confidence, no matter what the situation was or how weird it got. It was one thing that had always impressed me about him—he was always composed and as cool as the proverbial cucumber.
Until now.
But with me, well, he was obviously uncomfortable. And not only was that a brand new thing—it was a first. I found it adorable and made him that much more irresistible. I actually flustered Aidan O’Brien.
Knowing I had the power to do that to him was hot as hell. Knowing I could bring him to his knees, both in and out of the bedroom, turned me on and had my head spinning. It was a heady, powerful feeling—one I could relish in.
As I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling while thoughts of Aidan ran rampantly through my mind, I noticed a light reflecting off the air conditioning vent. There was something hidden in that vent—a camera?
With a knowing smile and a wink, I decided to give him something to look at. Not that he hadn’t already gotten a hell of a show earlier—because no matter what he said, I knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that he’d been parked outside, watching me through the window.
Making sure to avoid staring right into the camera, I proceeded to undress, starting by unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the bed. Next, I slipped my panties off and tossed them into the basket in the corner.
I’d turned the heat on just so I could sleep naked and not be hindered by heavy, cumbersome blankets. You know, just in case Aidan decided to check in on me again. I wanted him to have something nice to look at.
For years, I’d wanted to catch his attention. I wanted him to see me as more than just an employee. I’d wanted him to see me as a grown woman with a sexual need who wanted to fuck his brains out.
So, with him in mind, I’d decided before completely turning in for the night, I needed to take care of a little business on my own. Since I was already dripping wet and filled with a burning need, I reached over and pulled my vibrator out
of the bedside drawer. I turned it on and delighted in the buzzing sound as I lowered it to my most intimate parts.
Closing my eyes, I bit my bottom lip and thought about Aidan. Thought about how badly I wanted him inside of me. I rubbed the vibrator over my clit, imagining his tongue licking me, tasting me. I rubbed it harder against my clit, imagining his tongue and fingers inside of me, plunging deep into my tight, wet pussy.
My body bucked upward as I groaned, whimpering Aidan’s name to myself. I slipped the vibrator between my lips and then deep inside of me, gasping as it filled me up. I was sure Aidan’s cock had to be huge. I could tell the way his pants hugged his muscular ass and thighs. The man was pure sex in a three-piece suit.
I slipped the toy in and out of me with ease, my juices making it slick, as slight mewls of lust fell from my lips. I fucked myself harder and faster with my toy—hoping Aidan was watching me—twisting the hardened peak of my nipple between my finger and thumb. The image of him jerking off to a video of me caused my pussy to spasm around the toy. The taboo of voyeurism made my skin flush with heat as sweat beaded in the valley between my breasts, and I yearned for Aidan’s touch more with the thought. It wouldn’t be long, not with all the sexy fantasies in my head.
I quickened my pace, eager to lose control. My body tightened, and I was writhing on the bed, groaning in pleasure as I imagined climaxing around Aidan’s cock. Imagined him kissing me as he drove his cock deep inside of me again and again. Imagined his body quaking and trembling as he shot his load deep inside of me.
“Aidan! Fuck, Aidan!” I cried, coming undone.
My breathing finally slowed as did my heart rate. Climaxes from masturbating were never as good as the real thing—not even close. But it would have to do. I put my vibrator away, curling into myself in bed and wishing I had a warm body to curl up next to instead of just a pillow.
Maybe one day, I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep. Maybe not Aidan, but someone special, right? Someday I’d find someone to fill not only my pussy, but my bed, and hopefully, my heart.
And if I were being truthful with myself, I was really, really hoping it would be Aidan.
***
Popping my head into Aidan’s office with a Starbucks in hand, I smiled. He looked startled when I appeared, his eyes growing a bit wide. But Aidan being Aidan, managed to put himself and his emotions in check. He looked at me with a neutral expression, though, I could see the tightness around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. He was nervous—which made me giggle on the inside.
“Morning, boss,” I said. “Thought you might need some coffee on this dreary Monday morning.”
“Someone sure is chipper today,” he mumbled, trying to hide the grin spreading across his face. “Thanks, Mags. I appreciate it.”
“Why wouldn’t I be chipper?” I said, putting his coffee down on his desk. “I get to come in to work at a place I love, working for a boss I admire—”
He side-eyed me.
Crinkling my nose at him, I smiled and asked, “A little bit over the top?”
“Aye. Just a bit,” he said.
“Face it, Aidan,” I said, retreating from his office with a laugh and giving my ass an intentional and pronounced swish as I did so, “you love it. You can’t deny that you eat up the flattery. Like every other human on this planet, you too, have an ego—one that enjoys a good stroking now and then.”
I could hear him laughing in his office, he was amused by my antics. That wasn’t new. But what was new? The color in his cheeks and the way he watched my ass as I walked from the room. Oh, I could feel it all right. He was burning holes in my ass, he was staring so intently. And I loved it.
I could tell he didn’t get much sleep the night before, and I wondered if my little show had kept him up. Had he even seen it? I hoped so. But something told me that if he had, things in the office would be a lot more awkward than they were.
It certainly wasn’t the type of thing I’d bring up, however. That was not a conversation suitable for the office—even I had enough tact to know that. So, I sat down at my desk, sipped my latte, and turned my computer on. I had classes later that day, so I needed to get caught up on e-mails and everything else that needed doing before lunch. Mondays were usually pretty hectic for me for that reason—all the stuff that had piled up over the weekend and needed immediate attention.
I’d offered to work weekends just to make sure we didn’t fall behind, but Aidan always refused. He’d told me that I needed time to unplug, decompress, and get away from the stresses of work. He’d told me that I needed to get out, have fun, and enjoy life a bit. He’d told me all of that even though I knew he often worked weekends, holidays, and every other day for that matter.
Which explained why Aidan never had a longtime girlfriend. He was obviously too busy to date. As was I. Which was why it might work out between us—neither one of us was too needy of the other’s time and attention. We understood that we each had busy schedules and that sometimes, we had to work before we played.
But then, that was me off in fantasyland again, a place where Aidan realized what a catch I was and moved heaven and earth to sweep me off my feet and make me his. I sighed.
If only.
As I waited for my computer to start up, I checked my school e-mail on my phone. My afternoon meeting with my group was postponed, but they needed someone to stop by and pick up some supplies ahead of time. And since I was lucky enough to have a lenient boss who already gave me permission to leave after lunch, I became the lucky volunteer.
“Hey, Aidan,” I said, calling to him from my desk. “Would you mind if I left a little earlier than normal today? I apparently need to pick up some stuff for a class.”
“Sure, no problem,” came the response I expected.
“You’re the best,” I said.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he called back, drawing a laugh from me.
God, I loved that man.
Chapter Sixteen
Aidan
I wouldn’t call what I was doing stalking—okay, maybe I would. Certainly, the law would call it that. But I had my reasons for doing what I was doing. A meeting ended early, and I realized I should probably check up on Maggie’s whereabouts since she was doing something out of the norm for her. So yeah, I followed her. Shoot me.
It was as much to protect her as it was to protect me. With everything that had happened—with everything she’d seen—and a growing sentiment among some of the brothers that we keep her quiet permanently, I needed to be sure that I had nothing to worry about. That she had nothing to worry about.
If my attacker didn’t go after her, we were good. If she didn’t make any sudden, unscheduled pit stops into the police station, we were good. I was only taking necessary measures to ensure her—as well as my own—safety.
Her work phone had tracking on it, so I followed that. I kept my distance but followed her nonetheless. First stop, Target. Yeah. Really fucking exciting life. Following my assistant as she ran her daily errands wasn’t high on my list of things to be doing. I didn’t have time for this shite, and I knew that I needed to come to some decisions pretty damn quick.
If I didn’t trust her, I needed to do something about it. If I did trust her, I needed to stop following her around like I didn’t trust her. It should be simple enough, but I was still there, sitting in the goddamn Target parking lot, watching for her to come out of the store and get on the bus—just so I could follow the damn bus.
Oooh what’s next, I wondered to myself. Maybe a trip to Wal-Mart was in my future. Or maybe we’d get really crazy and stop by Whole Foods. Maggie came out of the store carrying a bag and walked over to the bus stop. A few minutes later, a bus arrived and off we went. Following her when she was riding public transport was tricky, since I never knew exactly where she was getting off. I had to follow behind the bus and scan the crowds as they got off, hoping I’d be able to pick her out.
Luckily, she was the only person to get off
when we stopped outside a shopping center. I pulled into the lot quickly and followed her, taking caution to avoid being seen. I watched her walk along the row of shops, gazing in the windows as she passed. When I saw where she’d gone, I groaned—Victoria’s Secret. Great. With a big sigh, I pulled into a spot that allowed me to see the front of the store and parked.
If feeling like a creepy stalker wasn’t bad enough, I could now add first class perv to my resume. Last night, watching her dance in her underwear and today, picking out a new pair. The very idea of Maggie in her panties caused a stirring in my pants.
“Don’t you dare,” I said, scolding my own body. “We’re done with that shite. I’m not fucking around. Stop it.”
My phone rang as I was sitting there—talking to my dick like an idiot—waiting for Maggie to come out with a bag containing her new panties.
And when I looked at the display on my phone, I rolled my eyes. It was, of course, Maggie. Because, why wouldn’t it be?
“Hey Mags,” I said, trying to play it cool and like I wasn’t sitting across from her lingerie shop watching her. “What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing much,” she said. “I just had a question for you. Are you at the office?”
“Yes, I am,” I said, lying through my teeth. “What do you need?”
“Can you look up something for me? It’s for my class,” she said. “I’d really appreciate it.”
“Sure thing,” I said, turning my phone on speaker so I could access the web browser without hanging up. “What is it?”
Silence.
“Maggie? You there?”
“I’m here,” she said.
I was startled by a knock on the window, and with my heart racing, I looked up to find Maggie smiling wide and waving at me from outside my car. I was caught. Red feckin’ handed.