Then she pops the top button on her shorts, revealing a sliver of flesh below her navel.
I clench my hands to stop them reaching for her.
The sound of the zipper slowly descending is so erotic, I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady myself.
When I open them, her shorts are wide open at the waist, the 'V' of fabric revealing matching turquoise underwear that sit low and suggestively.
Finally, I drag my eyes back to hers. The hazel of her irises is almost lost to the black of her pupils and I know she is struggling just as much as I am.
"Do you want me to take my clothes off?"
My voice is little more than a croak when it emerges. "Yes. I want that very much."
She smiles and shoulders her blouse off, the movement causing her breasts to quiver. When she pushes her shorts down, she bends over to help them all the way to her ankles and to afford me a view of the rounds of her cleavage.
It's all for show. Bess could have let her shorts slip from her waist with one tug.
When she straightens and I see all her curves, I can't get my breath.
"I need to touch you," I say raggedly.
Bess obliges, stepping towards me and straddling my lap. She bends to kiss me and her tongue brushes against mine before sweeping in.
I run my hand up the underside of her smooth thighs to her buttocks, then up the warmth of her back.
"You have a lot of clothes on Mr Chakrabarti," Bess murmurs against my mouth.
I do. Far too many. I am burning up with the heat of them. Of her. I fumble at the top button of my work shirt.
"Let me help you with that." Bess' voice is a purr and she expertly releases all seven buttons without breaking eye contact with me.
This was never going to go any other way. Bess, being who she is, was always going to be the confident, competent one, taking control. It's perfect. And extraordinarily, wildly sexy.
Bess' eyes drop to my torso when the final button is undone and runs her hands over my feverish skin, her fingers through the hair on my chest. "So this is what you've been hiding under your shirts all this time."
I don't reply. Even if there was anything to say, I couldn't say it. My body is overwhelmed by the sensation of her palms on my bare skin. I close my eyes.
"I like it." Her thumbs run over my nipples and I give a small involuntary jolt. "Very much," she whispers and places her mouth on mine.
I pull her so she is flush against me. Her soft skin against mine is electrifying. Tiny flares ripple into ignition across my body.
Her kiss is slow. It starts out as a delicate thing. A taste, a gentle pressure. A succession of suggestions and I want to chase her lips, but she pulls herself out of my reach before delivering another set of soft kisses.
If she wants to drive me wild, it's working. "Stop teasing me." I put a hand over the swell of her right breast and give a gentle squeeze and it's like I've hit the 'on' switch.
Bess' mouth presses into mine and our tongues slide against each other. Our breaths shorten and quicken, and when she rolls her hips and her pelvis pushes against my groin, sparks ignite down there.
It is the most delicious and dangerous friction.
Both of us groan at the pleasure of it.
The intensity of the kissing and the pace of the grinding increases until I place my hands on her hips and force her into stillness. I do not want to make a mess in my pants before we've hardly started.
Bess sighs at the loss of it and I distract her by trailing kisses along her jawbone up towards her left ear. I lick the delicate skin underneath, then take her lobe between my teeth before pulling it into my mouth and running my tongue over it.
She sucks in a sharp breath and arches her back, pressing her breasts against me.
The string of tiny gasps I get in response to my caresses shoots a zip line of heat from my mouth straight to my balls.
