Getting Her Back

If I’m trusting him to get me pregnant, why shouldn’t I trust him to have my best interests in mind?

Part of me thinks that I’m rationalizing this. That I have the urge to go along simply because what he said earlier aroused me. How could my best interests possibly involve getting myself off in the bathroom at work?

The smaller part of my brain tells me that it’s because if I don’t do it here, I’m not going to do it. “Fuck.”

I start taking off my clothes, folding them and placing them on one of the chairs. Even my bra and panties. I don’t think I’ve ever been naked at work before, and the feeling is very, very strange.

I pick the phone back up and type.

Okay, I did it.

Picture.

I’m not sending you a nude.

You can either send me a picture, or do a video call with me right now. If not, you can go back to your desk.

I’ve heard one too many stories of nude pictures being leaked, even when the intention wasn’t malicious.

Fine, call me.

The phone rings, and I answer it. Christian’s face appears on my screen, and I can see that he’s in a hotel room. He’s wearing a suit not unlike the one in the picture I saw earlier. I’m very careful to make sure that only my shoulders are in the shot. The look on his face is a smirk so sexy that I think it sets my body on fire.

“You know you’re going to have to show me the rest.”

“You think I took off my shirt and slid down my straps to fool you into thinking I was naked?”

His jaw tightens. “Audrey, show me your body.” I hesitate, and he stares at me. “I’ve seen you naked, and I’m going to see you naked until a baby is in your belly. Why is this any different?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “It feels different.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I shouldn’t.”

He smiles. “That’s not no.”

“It’s not yes either.”

Christian lies back on the bed. “If it helps, I’ll go first.”

He pans the camera down to his pants, where his cock is exposed and hard, and he’s already stroking it. The sight makes my heart kick up into a heavy rhythm, and the arousal of his earlier words come flooding back.

The camera pans back up to his face. “See? Not so hard.”

I’m blushing now, and I know that he sees. But I pan the camera down my body, showing him that I am indeed naked.

“You’re nervous,” he says.

“Of course I’m nervous,” I hiss. “I’m in the executive bathroom completely naked.”

He smirks. “Well, we’re waiting on you.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Audrey.” He gives me a look. “You know.”

I shake my head, “I can’t do that here, Christian. I can’t.”

His face goes stern. “Sit down on one of those cushy chairs I see behind you and spread your legs.” The blush I have is spreading to my whole body, but I do it. “Are you wet?”

“Yes.” It’s barely a whisper. I don’t know why all of this is so much more embarrassing than having sex with him in person, but it is.

“Start slow,” he says. “Touch your clit. Just a little.”

I do, and I shiver. I honestly can’t remember the last time I did this.

“Show me.” Panning the camera down, I show him my fingers, and the way I’m touching myself. “Good. Now faster.”

I pause, putting the phone on the chair across from me so he can see all of me at once. Then I touch myself again, leaning back in the chair, leaning into the embarrassment I feel, letting it heat my body, and trying to forget what I’m doing.

“That’s nice, Audrey. How do you feel?”

“Mortified,” I say.

Christian chuckles darkly. “If that’s what embarrassed looks like, maybe I should embarrass you more often. Don’t stop touching yourself.”

I can see him in the screen watching me. All his attention is on me, and its intense. Almost more intense than in person.

“You know,” he says, “I said I’d get you pregnant. I didn’t say where I’d get you pregnant.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I could take you anywhere, and still get you pregnant. I could fuck you in a public restroom, I could even come and fuck you in that bathroom. We could go to Central Park at night, and I could fuck you in the grass, and you’d still get pregnant.”

All those images pop up in my mind. One after the other after the other, I can’t stop them. And even as fresh embarrassment warms my skin, I can’t help but want that. I know that Christian wouldn’t stop, even if he knew we were going to get caught. He’d find a way to laugh it off, to make us seem like a passionate couple in love. And he’s brilliant because the risk would make it that much more intense. The thought of it makes me tremble.