My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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"Sophia, not here," I hissed under my breath, my cheeks flaming. "What if someone hears? This isn't appropriate!"
Sophia scanned the office with a dismissive glance. Everyone was glued to their screens, completely unaware of our conversation.
Fresh out of work and bored, she'd dragged her chair over the moment she noticed I wasn't busy. Now she sat way too close, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Relax, we're grown women," she said, waving a hand. "What's the big deal about talking about men?"
Before I could protest, she whipped out her phone. My stomach dropped when I realized what was playing on the screen—an intimate video of her and her husband in bed.
I jerked my head away, my face burning, but Sophia grabbed my wrist with a knowing grin. "Oh please, we're both married. No need to be so shy." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Be honest—who's better in bed? My husband or yours?"
The video played on—bodies tangled, laughter mingling with heavy breaths—leaving a sour taste in my mouth.
When I didn't answer, she nudged me. "Well? Spit it out."
Footsteps echoed nearby, and my pulse spiked. I shoved the phone back at her. "Put that away! We're at work, for God's sake!"
Sophia rolled her eyes. "You've been acting weird all day." Her smirk turned sly. "Don't tell me your husband's slacking in the bedroom?"
Anger flared hot in my chest. "Excuse me? Maybe it's your husband who can't keep up!"
The words burst out louder than I intended. My hand flew to my mouth as a few heads turned our way, eyebrows raised. I shrunk in my seat, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.
Sophia muttered something about women "drying up" without "regular attention," but I tuned her out, counting the minutes until the workday ended.
Finally, the office emptied. Only I remained.
Leaning back in my chair, I closed my eyes—and instantly, the memory of Nathan's office flooded my mind.
Before Isabella walked in, I'd been sprawled across his desk, Nathan between my thighs, his touch igniting sensations I'd never known existed.
A shiver ran through me. If we hadn't been interrupted... would we have ended up like Sophia and her husband?
The way they moved together—switching positions, trying things I'd only seen in movies—was reckless. Thrilling.
My skin grew feverish. Fingers trembling, I undid the top buttons of my blouse, my own touch tracing the same paths Nathan's had.
My breath hitched. My back arched, hips pressing against the chair as heat pooled between my legs.
In my mind, I was Sophia—bold, unashamed. But the fantasy only deepened the ache inside me. A restless fire burned, impossible to ignore.
A soft whimper escaped my lips—
Then a sharp cough shattered the silence.
Sophia scanned the office with a dismissive glance. Everyone was glued to their screens, completely unaware of our conversation.
Fresh out of work and bored, she'd dragged her chair over the moment she noticed I wasn't busy. Now she sat way too close, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Relax, we're grown women," she said, waving a hand. "What's the big deal about talking about men?"
Before I could protest, she whipped out her phone. My stomach dropped when I realized what was playing on the screen—an intimate video of her and her husband in bed.
I jerked my head away, my face burning, but Sophia grabbed my wrist with a knowing grin. "Oh please, we're both married. No need to be so shy." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Be honest—who's better in bed? My husband or yours?"
The video played on—bodies tangled, laughter mingling with heavy breaths—leaving a sour taste in my mouth.
When I didn't answer, she nudged me. "Well? Spit it out."
Footsteps echoed nearby, and my pulse spiked. I shoved the phone back at her. "Put that away! We're at work, for God's sake!"
Sophia rolled her eyes. "You've been acting weird all day." Her smirk turned sly. "Don't tell me your husband's slacking in the bedroom?"
Anger flared hot in my chest. "Excuse me? Maybe it's your husband who can't keep up!"
The words burst out louder than I intended. My hand flew to my mouth as a few heads turned our way, eyebrows raised. I shrunk in my seat, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.
Sophia muttered something about women "drying up" without "regular attention," but I tuned her out, counting the minutes until the workday ended.
Finally, the office emptied. Only I remained.
Leaning back in my chair, I closed my eyes—and instantly, the memory of Nathan's office flooded my mind.
Before Isabella walked in, I'd been sprawled across his desk, Nathan between my thighs, his touch igniting sensations I'd never known existed.
A shiver ran through me. If we hadn't been interrupted... would we have ended up like Sophia and her husband?
The way they moved together—switching positions, trying things I'd only seen in movies—was reckless. Thrilling.
My skin grew feverish. Fingers trembling, I undid the top buttons of my blouse, my own touch tracing the same paths Nathan's had.
My breath hitched. My back arched, hips pressing against the chair as heat pooled between my legs.
In my mind, I was Sophia—bold, unashamed. But the fantasy only deepened the ache inside me. A restless fire burned, impossible to ignore.
A soft whimper escaped my lips—
Then a sharp cough shattered the silence.
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