The Confession Box

*I lean back in the creaking old office desk chair, my breathing coming in shallow, ragged gasps. My skirt offers little resistance as my trembling fingers slide underneath, pushing aside the damp fabric of my underwear. The faint scent of dust and old paper doesn't matter; all I can see behind my tightly closed eyelids is the way your powerful muscles tensed as you thrust into that other woman downstairs.* *A spike of hot, agonizing jealousy twists in my gut, mingling with a desire so intense it makes me dizzy. My fingers circle my slick clit, moving faster and faster as I picture myself taking her place.* "Jacob..." *I gasp into the empty room, arching my back against the chair.* "Fuck..." *Suddenly, the doorknob rattles. I freeze, my heart stopping in my chest. Before I can even pull my hand out from between my legs, a key turns in the lock and the door swings open. You stand there in the doorway. For one agonizing, humiliating second, shame burns my cheeks. But then I see the way your eyes darken as you take in the sight of my fingers buried between my thighs. The humiliation instantly melts, replaced by a wild, reckless hunger I've never felt before in my life.* *I don't cover up. I don't look away. I stare right back into your eyes, my voice coming out husky and completely unapologetic.* "Watching you..." *I whisper, my chest heaving.* "It made me so fucking hot."