WiredinSin by Lea Barrymire

low.
    “That’s it, Vic. I want you to come hard all over your hand.
You’re close aren’t you? Do you wish I was there to suck that little hard clit
between my lips? I could slam three fingers into your pulsing cunt and taste
the juices flowing from you. Gods, I can almost taste you now on my tongue. I
bet you’re sweet, aren’t you?”
    Nick’s voice was deep and gravelly, raising a new wave of
goose bumps down her arms. With her eyes closed she could almost believe that
he was in the room with her, watching her hands move on her own flesh. The idea
brought another sigh to her lips. He’d stare at her with a heated gaze,
stroking his cock while she delved slick fingers into her own pussy.
    The image alone was what threw her over the edge. Her
muscles locked down, a keening sound escaped her dry lips and the release
rushed over her. Waves of warmth followed by coolness flowed across her skin.
She knew with what brain cells she still had that she had loudly proclaimed
that she was coming, knew that Tabatha would be able to hear and probably
others in the building, but she didn’t care. Her fingers moved of their own
volition, extending her orgasm, plummeting her into a pool of liquid pleasure.
    When her ears could function again she caught Nick’s groan
of completion and jerky breaths as he came as well. His words were incoherent
but the meaning was clear. He’d been right there with her through her release,
whispering naughty, tantalizing things to her addled brain. Things only lovers
said to each other. The lovely sound of him moaning her name while his cum
coated his hand made her grin, even while she was still trying to catch her
breath.
    “That was awesome,” she choked out around a chuckle. She
meant it too. This wasn’t something she was saying to a client. The experience had
been wonderful, naughty, fun.
    “Are you more relaxed now?” His question held a smile even
if his voice was still rougher than normal.
    “Mmm, definitely relaxed. Thanks, Nick.”
    “Dominick. That’s my real name.”
    She let that sink in before responding. “Thanks, Dominick.
Thanks for everything. I feel weird saying this, but I can’t wait to see you
Thursday.”
    The tight chuckle that came through the line made her wonder
what he might be hiding. “I can’t wait for that either. Can I call you
tomorrow?”
    “I want to, I really do, but I don’t know if that’s the best
thing for us to do. Even this was wrong for me to do with a client.” She felt
weird turning him down as her juices cooled beneath her, reminding her of the
orgasm she’d just had to the sound of his voice.
    “What if I wasn’t a client? What if I just wanted to date
you? Could you call me or let me call you then?”
    Silence descended both between them and in her mind. Date.
He’d said he wanted to date her. She hadn’t attempted dating since her turning.
Her heart ached with the idea. She wanted someone important in her life,
someone to talk to about her day, to snuggle with, to cling to when her
nightmares woke her. Could she place someone in danger though? Did she dare put
a male within killing distance of her demon side?
    Dominick cleared his throat and sighed loudly. “I take it
you aren’t thrilled with that idea. I’ll just—”
    “No,” she shouted before calming herself. “No, don’t go.
It’s not that I don’t want to date you. How to explain? I don’t do well in
intimate situations. I don’t want you hurt because of me.”
    “So, it’s my safety that keeps you from accepting?” He
sounded skeptical.
    “Yes. I know, a master succubus with anxiety over control,
but I hate harming others. Why do you think I’ve built this company? It’s not
for my safety, but the safety of those I come into contact with.” Her guilt
burst through the walls she’d built around it, drowning her. “I’ve hurt so many
before.”
    “So, if we could date without the possibility of you hurting
me, would you?”
    Would she? That was the