“Is sex not pleasurable to you?”
“For a moment, then I find myself waiting for the guy to finish. It’s not satisfying.”
I can feel her frustration, and my urge to comfort her is unfamiliar as well.
“How many partners?” I don’t ask because I care about her number. I’d be a stone-cold hypocrite for judging her.
“Three.”
“Three men and none were remotely successful?”
“There were moments with the last one where I felt I might maybe get there thenpoofit was gone.” She smirks before continuing. “I kept trying, and the poor guy thought he was spectacular, and I couldn’t get enough.”
I shake my head. Usually, the issue is a lack of communication. The man isn’t paying attention to the woman’s nonverbal clues, and the woman isn’t vocalizing what she needs. I’ll have to do some diagnostic research with Bree to find her issue. I suppress a smile. I’m beginning to take this far too seriously.
“I’ll get some new tests, Monday and give you that information as well. Are you on birth control?” Bree adjusts her glasses as she nobs. “Good. Take off your jacket.”
“M-my jacket?”
This is getting real. She wants it but isn’t prepared. Despite her attempts to get off, there’s still innocence in her eyes, I want to shatter and possess.
“Yes, I want to see the dress.”
Bree scoots forward and arches her back to push the leather off one shoulder then the other. I love how her position thrusts her tits forward. I watch them jiggle as they press against the V of her bodice. I have so many plans for those tits. It’s a simple, black spaghetti strap dress that’s loose around her hips but clings to her breasts. We watch each other as she leans back and crosses the enticing long legs, that I want to make quiver.
Averting my gaze, I open my laptop. I know she said she’d choose the three games, but I need to know which ones. I am a busy man, after all. I summon her once I have the game schedule loaded.
“Come here.”
“Closer?” she clarifies.
“Yes, come sit in my lap.”
She’s chewing her lip again, while her mind fights between logic and instinct. I play on her instinct.
“Bree, we’re currently in a meeting to discuss the details of a deal you presented to me. A deal that would require me to strip you naked and stick my dick inside of you multiple times; surely, you can handle sitting in my lap.”
Her eyes narrow to slits, but she stands. She pauses after taking a tentative step forward. Leaning back, I make no effort to hide the erection outlined in my jeans. Her eyes connect with it, studying it until her throat works as she swallows. We’re at a critical point, she’s either going to follow my directive or run. My face remains neutral not giving away my wish for her to join me.
The breath, I didn’t know I was holding, eases out when she comes closer.
“Are we starting now? Right here?” Her question is followed by a quick glance at the door.
No. We’re in the diagnostic phase, but everything in me wants to tease her.
“Is that something that appeals to you? Is climbing into my lap and screwing me in my office something you’d fantasize about? Does it make you wet thinking about fucking with the music vibrating through the office and all those people out there partying, completely unaware of me filling your pussy up with my hard dick? Do you think risky, public sex is what you need to get off? Let me know because I do want to make you cum so hard, you’d think you’ve witnessed the second coming of Jesus.”
Bree’s right foot turns inward as her leg bends at the knee a little, then moves closer to her left. The music continues to pound throughout the building, the only thing keeping us from total silence. Her eyes are still affixed to my dick as she grips the desk.
“Did I make you wet?” I taunt.
“Wasn’t that your intent?” she asked my dick.
“Isn’t that why you want me?”
“To make my wetness useful.”
She’s closer now. I can grab her if I want, but she needs to make the leap. Besides, my dick appears to be the main attraction.
