Epilogue
Rachel’s laughfloated over from her desk, too sweet and too long. She was perched in the new gaming chair I bought her, looking effortlessly stunning in her pink top and a flirty mini skirt—too cute for a simple business video call, especially with Liam on the other end. His voice, just audible enough for me to catch the unwelcome flirtatious undertone, drifted through the open door.
“So, Rachel, that last playthrough was just fantastic. We should definitely consider doing a private session to… dig deeper,” Liam suggested, his tone a little too suggestive for my taste.
Rachel shuffled papers, her voice maintaining its professional timbre. “Uh, thanks, Liam. I think the team’s current setup is working well. We’re really pushing the boundaries on these levels.”
I couldn’t sit still any longer, not with that guy’s voice slithering through our space. Without a second thought, I stood and approached her, pausing just out of sight. The idea suddenly hit me—an impulsive, irresistible urge to remind Liam just where Rachel’s attention truly belonged.
Silently, I crouched and crawled under her desk, unseen by the camera. Rachel jumped slightly, her eyes widening in shock as she caught sight of me. I placed a finger over my lips, signaling her to keep quiet. The mischievous thrill of the moment sparked through me.
“What was that, Rachel? You seemed… distracted,” Liam’s voice probed, a note of amusement threading through his words.
“N-nothing, just… thought I saw something,” Rachel stammered, her gaze locked on mine as I moved closer between her seated legs.
Her breath hitched slightly as I gently pried her thighs apart, shifting her chair closer towards the desk. I could feel her tension as she continued her conversation with Liam.
“Actually, Liam, about the new character designs?—”
My fingers brushed against the soft fabric of her skirt, and I slowly inched it up, watching her face for any sign of hesitation. Her words faltered, breath catching in her throat, but she pressed on.
“—I think incorporating more dynamic elements could really enhance the player’s experience,” Rachel continued, her voice a little higher than before.
Under the desk, my movements became bolder, reminding her in no uncertain terms who she was really with. Rachel’s fingers gripped the edge of the desk, her body responding despite the professional facade she maintained.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, barely audible over the crackle of Liam’s voice in the background. I could see the internal struggle written on her face as she tried to focus on the call while my touch tantalized her beneath the desk. Her eyes darted from the computer screen to me, a silent plea for composure amidst the whirlwind of sensations I was unleashing upon her.
I could sense her resolve slipping, her words becoming more disjointed as I toyed with her, reveling in the thrill of the forbidden act unfolding during a seemingly innocuous video conference. The power dynamic had shifted, and Rachel was caught between duty and desire, a clash that only fueled my determination to push her further.
As Liam rambled on about game mechanics, I traced invisible patterns along Rachel’s inner thigh, inching closer to the brink of what she could bear. Her breaths quickened, an unspoken confession of the effect I had on her as she spoke.
“Rachel, I also noticed the change in level four. Can we discuss it a bit?” Liam asked.
Rachel took in a sharp breath. “Yes, of course, Liam. Level four has been a topic of discussion among the team. We’ve noticed some challenges in its design but are confident we can overcome them.”
Her voice was steady, but I could see her struggle to maintain her focus. Her body, still clad in her delicate pink dress, was on fire with desire, betraying her efforts to control her responses.
I couldn’t help but continue my teasing, knowing Liam couldn’t see my actions from his end of the line. I gently tugged at her skirt, raising it higher, and grazed her inner thigh with slow, deliberate strokes. Rachel’s breath hitched, her voice wavering as she tried to distract Liam with a discussion about the game’s mechanics.
“Right, yes, Rachel. That’s a good point.”
I leaned in and licked the fabric of her underwear.
A soft moan escaped from Rachel’s lips as my tongue danced along the edge of her panties, her eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. Desire swirled within her, fighting against the need to maintain her professional appearance.
“Sounds great, Rachel,” Liam said, his voice still focused on the call. “Let’s schedule that brainstorming session soon. I think we can really make this game a success.”
I started nuzzling her cunt, unseen by Liam but felt by Rachel as her body trembled under my touch. My lips grazed the sensitive skin of her thighs, and I could feel the heat emanating from her core. Her breathing became shallower, her body straining against the tension between her desire and her professionalism.
“I agree, I think it’s a good idea,” Rachel said, her voice barely audible.
“Rachel?” Liam asked. “Are you okay? You sound…”
I slipped my finger behind the band of her panties and started teasing her clit.
“I’m good… fantastic, Liam.”
He let out a hiss. “I’m just going to close my blinds real quick. It’s… bright in my office,” he rasped.
The sudden quiet in the room was almost deafening as Liam’s voice faded away. Rachel’s eyes widened in shock and fear, unsure of what to do next. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the thrill of what was happening and the desire to continue despite the situation.
As the sounds of Liam adjusting his blinds filled the room, I continued my exploration, trailing my fingers through her wet folds, gently stroking her clit. Rachel’s breaths came in quick gasps, and her body shuddered with each touch. She knew this was a line she shouldn’t cross, but the temptation was too great to resist.
My fingers continued to dance along her delicate flesh, my lips brushing against her sensitive skin. Rachel’s body tensed with every touch.
“Rachel?” Liam’s voice called out. “What are you doing?”
“Just talking about the game, Liam.”
“Really? You sound… different,” Liam’s voice came back, full of suspicion.
Under the desk, I couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t see the wicked grin that must be plastered on my face. But Rachel did, her eyes wide and fearful, yet also full of that same desire I was stoking in her.
As I continued, Rachel’s breaths grew shorter and shallower, and her body trembled beneath me. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white with tension. She was on the precipice, and I knew that the slightest push would send her over the edge.
“What’s going on, Rachel?” Liam demanded, his voice louder than before. “You sound like you’re… up to something.”
I could feel the heat radiating from her core, feel the wetness that covered my chin, seeping through her lace panties.
Building, building, building.
Rachel clicked the keyboard going into private mode on the zoom before she came hard, barely holding back a scream.
At the moment of her climax, her whole body convulsed, her internal struggle fading away as the pleasure washed over her. Liam’s call continued, but apparently, he was barely registering in Rachel’s mind. Her eyes rolled back, her breath hitched, and her body shivered with each wave of her orgasm.
As the ecstasy trickled away, Rachel took a moment to catch her breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
Finally, she regained her composure, swallowing hard as she spoke. I couldn’t contain my smirk as she left private mode, the video and audio coming back to life. “Liam, I’m s-sorry… I think my connection may have dropped for a moment. Let’s schedule that call again later, okay?”
Her voice was unsteady, but Liam didn’t seem to notice. “Sure, Rachel. No worries.”
“Found it!” I said loudly before gently pushing Rachel’s chair back and popping my head up to look at the camera. I knew my lips were glistening. My face full of pride. “Lost my pencil. Must have been under your desk, Princess.”
Rachel was still catching her breath as she stared at me, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock, satisfaction, and fear. She tried to rearrange her skirt, but it was still riding up, revealing my handiwork.
“Fuckkk,” I heard Liam say.
“Goodbye, Liam. Let’s not have any more calls after hours, okay? The only one allowed to overwork my girlfriend is me.”
Rachel blushed, her eyes still darting between me and the computer screen. “Goodnight, Liam. Let’s discuss the storyline in more detail later.”
She quickly hung up and scolded me. But I loved it. “Ever!!”
“He’s been pissing me off for a while.”
She smirked. “I kind of like the benefits of you being jealous, Ever.”
“I kind of like how you look when you come, Princess.”
I loved her. More than any game, more than any stream, more than I had ever thought possible to love someone. She had faced her fears head-on, and in doing so, she taught me about the courage that comes not from the absence of fear, but from the determined beating of a heart that refuses to hide. As we sat together, the night still young and our future bright with possibilities, I knew that whatever challenges we might face, we would tackle them together. Because when you loved someone as deeply as I loved Rachel, every obstacle became a shared quest, every burden a joint endeavor. And in this game of life, with her by my side, I was already winning.