I point to the laptop, indicating he should be focusing on the conversation.
He shakes his head and points at me.
I frown.
He cups his crotch and bites against his lower lip.
My pussy clenches in response.
Oh, someone wants to play.
I drop the wine glass on the side table, get up, and sashay over to him.
Something in his expression is dangerous. I can’t tell if it’s a warning or a dare.
Dare, it is.
I pull the tie at my waist and unwrap the dress to reveal an Agent Provocateur mesh bra and matching retro high waisted panties in a flattering ocean-blue shade. The little red bow nestled in between my breasts and the one right below my bellybutton on the panties adds a touch of naughtiness to the sexy combo.
His eyes light up.
“Holy shit.” The words drop from his mouth.
“Holy shit, what?” the woman with the Spanish accent says.
Phoenix cringes. “Holy shit, that’s informative. Keep going.”
Good save.
The woman keeps talking.
I shrug out of the dress and kneel in front of him.
He reaches out and strokes with his thumb over my lower lip.
I reach behind me and unfasten the bra. I let it slide down my arms and toss it to the side.
Phoenix’s gaze drops to my bare breasts.
Fueled by desire, I bring my hands to my breasts and flutter my fingertips over my stiff nipples before squeezing them.
The blissful sensation travels all the way to my clit.
He shakes his head, as if he can’t get over my brazenness.
Neither can I.
Phoenix practically rips the shirt off his body before kicking off his shoes and removing his socks. With impatient hands, he makes quick work of his belt buckle and zipper. He lifts off thechair just enough to slide his pants over his ass. I reach out and help him remove them all together. He does the same with his boxer briefs and his cock springs to life.
I wrap my hand around his beautiful erection.
When his hand covers mine, squeezing both our hands, I stifle a groan.
“I’m hopeful these renovations will get us even more nominations for next year’s HEEA,” the woman concerned about the Barcelona renovation says.
The other five people on the conference call cheer.
“Don’t you agree, Phoenix?” a man says.
