He planned to be here when she realized every fragment of herself she had shared with him over the last few months hadn’t left her exposed and vulnerable like she feared, but seamlessly woven together to build her whole.
“Is everyone gone?” he asked. He touched the back of her thigh, just under her skirt, trailing his fingers up and down the silky skin there. He paused when he felt the band of a stocking around her thigh. "What's this?” He murmured, surprise in his voice.
He traced the line between the lacy edge of her stocking and the bottom of her panties and controlled his breathing. He could lay her down right now on his desk, push into her warm, wet heat and his fantasy would be complete, but the sexy little half-smile she wore told him she had more in store for him.
“Everyone’s gone. It’s just you and me, boss.”
He caught her chin in his hand. “Say my name,” he growled.
She slipped her hands into the top of her dress and pushed it down to her waist. White lace cups held her breasts, so sheer her nipples showed. They were hard already.Jesus.
“Anything you want, Theo,” she said, sliding down to her knees gracefully in between his thighs and reaching for his belt.
Theo watched her clever little fingers unbuckle his belt and unbutton his trousers. Her hair fell loose and sexy around her shoulders, and her eyes glinted like she had a naughty secret. She was breathtaking on her knees for him.
“Anything?”
She looked up from where she was drawing his zipper down. “Anything.”
Her lips parted with a question when he reached down to help her to her feet. He could feel the shiver that ran through her at his touch, and he held back a smile. He knew she would be slick and wet for him, ready.
But he wanted something else first. He guided her to the space in front of his chair, between his thighs, and he leaned back again to watch her.
“Take your dress off.”
She didn’t hesitate. The tie at her waist fell loose with one tug, and her blue dress cascaded down her body like a waterfall to pool around her high heels. She stepped delicately around it.
“Turn around.”
She was flushed, the creamy skin of her cheeks a rosy color that spread down her chest, to the top of her breasts. She glanced over her shoulder, an unspoken question in her eyes, when he put a hand in the middle of her back and firmly guided her down to lean on her arms.
Theo took a moment to drink in the sight in front of him. She was a vision of contrasts. Innocent white bra, the delicate strap crossing her rib cage. The scrap of white lace panties barely covering her full, round ass. The nude silk stockings that left a tempting strip of her thighs bare. And those fucking heels. The diamond on her ankle sparkled playfully at him.
“Theo,” she whimpered. “Touch me. Please.” She spread her thighs wider and swayed her hips in front of him.
He touched her there first. A handful of flesh on either side of her thighs, watching his hands sink into her and enjoying the mark on her otherwise perfect skin. He traced the garters up, over the round curve of her ass, over her hips to her waist andpulled her back to drape over his lap, another contrast his eyes drank in.
His navy suit, professional, custom made, against her nearly naked body. His thumb found the flutter in her throat. He pressed a kiss to the warm, secret spot under her ear he knew drove her crazy. Her breathing grew faster.
“I thought this was your fantasy,” she choked out.
“This is my fantasy. Watch.” He slid his hand from her throat to her shoulder, taking down the strap of her bra, first one side, then the other until her breasts spilled out from the cups. They were too tempting to leave. He pinched her nipples, rolling and stroking, slapping the side to watch them jiggle until she was grinding back on his rigid cock and moaning.
Her stomach was concave where she draped over him. He followed the outline of her ribs down past the line of her garter to slide under her panties, where she was slick. “Jesus, you’re fucking perfect.”
He didn’t make her wait. Hitching one of her thighs over the arm of his chair, he spread her wide and dipped two fingers into her swollen pussy, dragging the moisture over her clit and rubbing light circles. “You are my fantasy, Amber. Just like this, coming all over my hand. Will you do that for me before you get on your knees and suck me?”
“Yes, please,” she whispered. “Kiss me.” She reached up and tugged him down to meet her lips. He kissed her hard and desperate, matching the thrust of his fingers and the hard press of his palm against her clit until she started to shake. She clamped her legs around his hand and rolled her face into his neck while she came.
“I love that your fantasies include me having an orgasm,” she finally said, sighing. She turned around on his lap and draped her arms around his neck, kissing him gently before sliding to her knees in front of him.
She unbuttoned his shirt while he pulled his tie over his head. When she rested her hand on his bare chest, spreading her hands wide to touch his nipples, he inhaled sharply. She tipped forward and licked the little brown disk, then bit it delicately. He leaned his head back to watch.
Her busy little fingers didn’t stop for long. She worked on his belt and trousers next until she held his heavy cock in her hands. He was fully erect, so rock hard, he flinched when she touched him. She rested her face against the side of his shaft and looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
“You look beautiful on your knees for me,” he said, propping his chin between his thumb and forefinger.
She bent forward, looked him in the eye, and delicately licked the bead of moisture on the tip. He couldn’t hold back his groan then. Slowly, she dragged her hands up and down the muscles in his thighs, letting him feel the light scratch of her nails before touching him with her mouth.
