Watching and Wanting

A momentary weakness, a sight that she was never meant to see. Casey didn't intend to watch her boss with another woman in such an intimate moment, but now she can never forget. And he knew that she was watching. Her lapse into voyeurism stirs up long-buried desires and leads to an unexpected result.

Excerpt:
I should have walked away at the first sounds of sex. Should never have opened that closed door. But at the same time, I couldn’t believe that anyone would be fucking in my boss’ office. Not in the middle of the day.

And besides. The door wasn’t even locked.

I pushed it open.

Froze.

My boss, Edgar Darius, had a woman bent over his desk as he drove his cock into her from behind. Her suit top was undone and her skirt was pushed up over her hips, leaving her bare except for a pair of garters.

I didn’t recognize her. Meaning that she likely didn’t work in our office. And I knew he didn’t have a meeting with any clients today.

I knew I should not be staring. But the rhythmic motion of their bodies seemed to have me under a spell. A voyeur’s version of hypnosis, I guess.

And I couldn’t deny that most of my focus was on Edgar.

He had stripped off his coat, his tie only partly undone. His shirt was lifted up to around his chest area, leaving his stomach bare and probably reducing the risk of getting her pussy juices on his clothing.

That tiny glimpse of his bare skin entranced me.

And made my pussy wet.

I had thought that I was long over my crush on Edgar. After all, I’d been working for him for nearly five years now. I wasn’t some silly girl fresh out of college any longer. I knew all of his quirks. All of his faults. Chief of which was the fact that he played the field more enthusiastically than most men. I had long lost count of the number of hearts he’d broken over the years.

This was the first time I’d ever caught a glimpse of his cock, however. Since his partner was bent over the side of his desk, rather than the front or back, and with the way that he was rocking back and forth, I could see his shaft, slick with her juices.

I covered my mouth to muffle my moan and nearly dropped the files that I was carrying.

Somehow, I managed to keep them from hitting the floor.

But that noise had been more than enough. When I straightened, I caught him looking at me. Watching me as he fucked that other woman, who fortunately seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that I was there.

My face flamed and I knew I should flee, but I could not move at first.

Then he smiled.

And winked at me.

Oh, fuck. He definitely knew that I was watching. More than that, I got the feeling that he knew just how the sight had affected me.

I needed to get out of there.