Page 106 of Strange Seduction

Sweetness ??:I still smell like you.

Attached: a photo.

God.

She was stretched out across the bed in one of my shirts—barely buttoned, no panties. Hair a mess. Nipples hard. Her thighs parted just enough to send blood rushing straight to my dick.

I stood, locked the office door, and adjusted myself.

Buzz.

Another one.

This time, she was in the mirror, one leg popped to show the bite marks I left, along with other things.

Sweetness??:Still hurts a little.

I ran a hand over my mouth and bit back a groan. My belt suddenly felt like a noose. She knew I couldn’t touch her until later, and she was using it as punishment.

Maybe I deserved it.

Buzz.

This one?

This one was full frontal. No shirt. No hiding. Just her, sprawled across the bathroom counter like a fucking goddess. I could see the hickey I left under her collarbone. The one on her hip. My nail marks dug into her thighs. And all those pretty piercings.

Fuck the meeting.

I called her.

Carmen (sweet, smug):Yes, baby?

Theo:Why are you doing this to me?

Carmen:Because you left so early this morning.

I knew you missed me, and I wanted to help.

Theo:This ain’t helping.

I’m hard as fuck and stuck in a suit.

She giggled.

Carmen:Aw. Poor Teddy.

Theo:Poor Teddy, huh?

Wait till I get back.

Carmen:I already am.

Then she hung up.

I took a deep breath and knocked back a bottle of water like it could do anything about the fire between my legs.

Two minutes later, I was in the conference room, nodding through a presentation about limestone finishes, but all I could think about was Carmen’s thighs, the way she looked moaning my name, and how good it would feel to get home and ruin her for sending those pictures.