Blackmailed Between My Thighs - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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The blinding light made me wince, leaving me momentarily speechless. A thick, awkward silence settled between us like fog.
Isabella was the first to break it. "You won’t tell anyone, right?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence.
I pressed my lips together. "You’re playing with fire."
She tossed her hair, flashing me a knowing smirk. "Who’s gonna find out if you keep your mouth shut? This place is crawling with hot guys. Don’t act like you’re not tempted."
Her sugary tone sent an unexpected shiver down my spine.
It had been way too long since my last breakup.
And yeah, pretending I didn’t miss the heat of another body against mine would’ve been a straight-up lie.
The memory of what I’d just witnessed sent my pulse racing, warmth pooling low in my stomach.
Isabella, ever the mind reader, leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "What about Daniel? That man is built like a damn Greek god—guaranteed to ruin you for anyone else."
Before I could react, she pinched my side playfully.
"Ugh, you’re insane!" I squirmed away, laughing despite myself.
What was supposed to be a quick overtime shift spiraled into a full-blown late-night man-fest. By the time I stumbled back to my office to crash, it was pushing midnight.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe the sheer absurdity of the conversation, but the second my head hit the scented throw pillow, exhaustion dragged me under.
In the haze of sleep, a man hovered over me.
I was putty in his hands—a flower crushed beneath a storm.
I fought to open my eyes, to see his face, but my lids were leaden, trapping me in the dream.
A soft whimper escaped me as I twisted beneath the sheets.
Just as the pleasure crested, the blurry figure snapped into focus—
Daniel.
The realization jolted me awake like a bucket of ice water.
I glanced down. My panties were around my ankles.
With a shaky breath, I yanked them up and grabbed the water glass from the nightstand, gulping until the dryness in my throat eased.
The dream left me boneless yet buzzing, skin still humming with phantom touches.
After freshening up, I faced the mirror.
The woman staring back was flushed, her curves accentuated—equal parts elegance and raw temptation.
Even I couldn’t deny her pull.
But who would guess that this woman, so thoroughly wrecked in her dreams, was now teetering on the edge of something reckless?
Maybe I should find a man.
The thought took root, spreading like wildfire, an itch begging to be scratched.
As the ghost of pleasure teased my senses, I instinctively clenched my thighs.
The next morning, I nearly collided with Isabella as she climbed out of a cab.
She looped her arm through mine like yesterday’s conversation hadn’t happened.
Taking in her radiant glow, I couldn’t help the stab of envy. "Your skin is insane. Daniel’s doing, I’m guessing?" I murmured the last part.
"Obviously. You have no idea how hard that man can—" Her gaze snagged on something behind me.
I followed her line of sight.
Daniel stood across the plaza, watching us.
When he caught us staring, he flashed a grin that could melt panties from fifty feet.
The way his shirt strained over his shoulders brought last night’s dream rushing back, and heat flooded my cheeks.
"Tempted much?" Isabella sing-songed. Then her eyes widened. "Wait. Don’t tell me you’ve been… taking matters into your own hands all this time?" She wiggled her fingers obscenely.
"Jesus, keep your voice down!" I hissed, scanning for eavesdroppers.
"If that’s the case, we could always share him. Honestly, the man’s stamina is unreal—I can’t keep up."
"You’re serious?"
"Dead serious. Last weekend? We didn’t leave the hotel bed once. Lost count after round six. My legs still feel like Jell-O."
Her smug satisfaction was downright infuriating.
An entire day in bed?
What kind of superhuman endurance did that require?
My knees went weak at the thought. I bit my lip. "If you can’t handle him, what makes you think I’d survive?"
Isabella cackled and smacked my ass. "We’ll take shifts. We’ll break him."
Isabella was the first to break it. "You won’t tell anyone, right?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence.
I pressed my lips together. "You’re playing with fire."
She tossed her hair, flashing me a knowing smirk. "Who’s gonna find out if you keep your mouth shut? This place is crawling with hot guys. Don’t act like you’re not tempted."
Her sugary tone sent an unexpected shiver down my spine.
It had been way too long since my last breakup.
And yeah, pretending I didn’t miss the heat of another body against mine would’ve been a straight-up lie.
The memory of what I’d just witnessed sent my pulse racing, warmth pooling low in my stomach.
Isabella, ever the mind reader, leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "What about Daniel? That man is built like a damn Greek god—guaranteed to ruin you for anyone else."
Before I could react, she pinched my side playfully.
"Ugh, you’re insane!" I squirmed away, laughing despite myself.
What was supposed to be a quick overtime shift spiraled into a full-blown late-night man-fest. By the time I stumbled back to my office to crash, it was pushing midnight.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe the sheer absurdity of the conversation, but the second my head hit the scented throw pillow, exhaustion dragged me under.
In the haze of sleep, a man hovered over me.
I was putty in his hands—a flower crushed beneath a storm.
I fought to open my eyes, to see his face, but my lids were leaden, trapping me in the dream.
A soft whimper escaped me as I twisted beneath the sheets.
Just as the pleasure crested, the blurry figure snapped into focus—
Daniel.
The realization jolted me awake like a bucket of ice water.
I glanced down. My panties were around my ankles.
With a shaky breath, I yanked them up and grabbed the water glass from the nightstand, gulping until the dryness in my throat eased.
The dream left me boneless yet buzzing, skin still humming with phantom touches.
After freshening up, I faced the mirror.
The woman staring back was flushed, her curves accentuated—equal parts elegance and raw temptation.
Even I couldn’t deny her pull.
But who would guess that this woman, so thoroughly wrecked in her dreams, was now teetering on the edge of something reckless?
Maybe I should find a man.
The thought took root, spreading like wildfire, an itch begging to be scratched.
As the ghost of pleasure teased my senses, I instinctively clenched my thighs.
The next morning, I nearly collided with Isabella as she climbed out of a cab.
She looped her arm through mine like yesterday’s conversation hadn’t happened.
Taking in her radiant glow, I couldn’t help the stab of envy. "Your skin is insane. Daniel’s doing, I’m guessing?" I murmured the last part.
"Obviously. You have no idea how hard that man can—" Her gaze snagged on something behind me.
I followed her line of sight.
Daniel stood across the plaza, watching us.
When he caught us staring, he flashed a grin that could melt panties from fifty feet.
The way his shirt strained over his shoulders brought last night’s dream rushing back, and heat flooded my cheeks.
"Tempted much?" Isabella sing-songed. Then her eyes widened. "Wait. Don’t tell me you’ve been… taking matters into your own hands all this time?" She wiggled her fingers obscenely.
"Jesus, keep your voice down!" I hissed, scanning for eavesdroppers.
"If that’s the case, we could always share him. Honestly, the man’s stamina is unreal—I can’t keep up."
"You’re serious?"
"Dead serious. Last weekend? We didn’t leave the hotel bed once. Lost count after round six. My legs still feel like Jell-O."
Her smug satisfaction was downright infuriating.
An entire day in bed?
What kind of superhuman endurance did that require?
My knees went weak at the thought. I bit my lip. "If you can’t handle him, what makes you think I’d survive?"
Isabella cackled and smacked my ass. "We’ll take shifts. We’ll break him."
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