Chapter 18
Steamy Affair
My cheeks flushed, and I sat down next to him at the table. Only wishing that this dinner would go as smoothly as every other one had. But of course, things never went as planned.
Halfway through dinner, my phone buzzed in my lap.
Mr. Williams: Put your vibrator inside of you.
I stared, wide-eyed, at the phone and gazed up at Mr. Williams to see him in conversation with my dad. Me: I don’t have a vibrator.
After I replied, I went back to talking to Everett.
From the corner of my eye, I watched Mr. Williams look down at his phone and glance at me.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he cleared his throat.
“Steve,” he said, looking at my dad, “did you know that your daughter has excellent photography skills?” My eyes widened as I glared at him, shock running through my veins. He smirked.
Dad smiled. “No, I didn’t. You’re interested in photography, sweetie p>
Oh, fuck me. I forced a smile on my face. “Yes p>
“Why haven’t we seen any of your work?” he asked.
I clenched my jaw, anger boiling inside of me. Why did he have to do this now? “I like keeping it to myself,” I stated, hoping he would drop the subject.
“I have some of her pictures, if you would like to see them,” Mr. Williams started.
My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. “No! I’ll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I’ve taken. They’re in my room. It’s much better than a picture on a phone. You can’t ever see anything on those things. I’ll be right back,” I said, leaping out of my chair.
Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him.
“Fuck!” I said once I rushed into my room. “This really can’t be happening p>
I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me.
I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night.
When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. Williams was smirking at me.
It’s inside. I hope you’re happy, I texted him.
I’m more than happy, he said.
He put down his utensil and slipped his hand under the table. I closed my eyes and gripped the bottom of my seat, core tightening around the vibrator. The pressure built between my legs, and I tried to pull myself out of the dirty, dirty thoughts that I was thinking about, like Mr. Williams thrusting himself inside of me.
“Mila! This picture is beautiful!” Mom said.
I gave her a forced smile and glanced at Mr. Williams. I knotted my eyebrows together. The pressure was too much. If this continued, I was going to come apart right here in front of everyone.
Mr. Williams loosened his collar slightly and reached for his phone. I just want to bend you over this table and pound into you.
My legs trembled at his words. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep a neutral expression.
“So, Mila, when did you get into photography? My W
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I pulled my seat in, hips moving slightly against the seat itself. Everyone stared at me, waiting for my answer.
“I, uh, I started… like… maybe…” I said. I could barely focus. I pressed my breasts against the table, loving the cold feeling of marble against my nipples. “Uh p>
Mr. Williams smirked.
“Three months ago p>
maybe p>
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.