In one swift motion, he clears the surface of the table and pulls me onto it. The notes and documents scatter to the floor.
His mouth is on mine as his fingers work the buttons of my blouse and untuck it from my skirt. My blouse falls, draping off my shoulders. His hands land on my waist, slide up my ribs, and cup my breasts over my lace bra. Moving his hands to my back, he finds the clasp of my bra and unhooks it, then slides my blouse and bra off.
I gasp when the cold office air hits my nipples. The last time we slept together, we were so hurried and frantic that my branever came off. I feel a sudden rush of insecurity at him seeing me topless for the first time. Although I don’t know why. It’s not like he hasn’t seen everything else already.
He stands back, looking at me, and I watch him, trying to discern what he’s thinking.
“Fucking perfect.”
The world outside the conference room fades, leaving only the intensity of this moment. He steps back into me, running his thumbs gently over my nipples before pinching them.
I inhale sharply, and he grins.
“Where’d all that attitude go, hmm?”
I reach for him, but he stops me, pressing his hand firmly against my chest to lay me back on the conference table. He trails kisses up my thighs over my tights, then unzips the zipper on the side of my skirt. I lift myself slightly off the table, and he slides my skirt down my legs slowly.
I know what he’s doing.
He’s moving deliberately slow to torture me.
And it’s working.
Just when I think he’s going to remove my tights, he stands to his full height and slides his slacks down, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers but doesn’t lower them.
“Keep going. I’m enjoying the show,” I tease.
He pulls them down, and my eyes go straight to his cock.
God, this man is impressive.
If I didn’t still have my tights and panties on, I’d be dripping on this table just at the sight of him.
I bite my lip, fighting a smile. I can’t look away from him.
He thinks I’m perfect? He’s built like a Greek god.
One that I’m aching to worship.
“Just fuck me already,” I groan.
He steps closer, tilting his head, and running his hands up my thighs. “So impatient.”
I open my mouth to respond, but he grips my tights and rips them open.
“James!” I exclaim.
“I’ll buy you more.”
“Whatever. Just—”
He palms my pussy over my panties, feeling how damp they already are.
“All this for me? So wet and I’ve barely touched you.”
He moves my panties to the side and teases me, fingers tracing the slick heat between my legs, and I arch up, moaning, unable to hold back.
