It’s my favorite shade of pale pink that reminds me of bubble gum, with a corset bodice that flares at my hips and stops at the tops of my thighs. Short, but still tasteful.
He trails his fingers along the hem from the back around to the front. It feels so insanely erotic, and he’s not even really touchingme. Just my dress.
My skin feels hot, my heart galloping wildly in my chest.
“This color… every time you wear it, it always makes your eyes look like the ocean. Dark. Deep,” he says roughly.
I swallow. “You pay attention to my dresses?”
The corner of his lip curves. “I pay attention toyou.”
He does? He has been?
I know that I shouldn’t. I really, really shouldn’t…
But I physically can’t stop myself.
My lips crash against his, and he grunts, hands moving to my waist, guiding me into his lap with a firm tug.
His fingers dig into my ass, and he kisses me like maybe he’s been missing me the way I’ve been missing him, his tongue slipping between my parted lips and brushing with mine.
We’re making out like teenagers in his office in the middle of the day, and I’m fairly sure he should be more worried about this than I am, because anyone could walk in and catch us like this.
Is it wrong that it’s kind of hot to think about?
That he’s willing to risk it, willing to face whatever repercussions just to have me. To touch and kiss me.
He nips at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth until I feel my heartbeat between my thighs, my pussy aching and throbbing.
I manage to tear my lips from his. “Wilder.” I’m breathless. A panting, breathless mess. One that he’s created. “Wilder,” I say when he moves from my lips to my jaw, dragging his teeth down my neck. “Don’t you have a meeting?”
“Fuck.” His gaze flicks to his laptop, seeing the time, and he sighs. “I’m going to be late.”
I slide off his lap, and my gaze drops to his erection tenting the front of his sweatpants.
Knowing that I have the same effect on him that he has on me makes me feel wanted, brazen, full of the confidence that I didn’t have when I walked into his office today.
So before I even think, I drop to the floor, blinking up at him as I maneuver myself until I’m slightly beneath his desk, perched on my knees between his spread thighs.
There’sjustenough room for me.
Flat against the tops of his thick thighs, I slowly glide my hands up, and his voice cracks. “Maisie…”
My name is both a warning and a plea.
Somehow, they sound the same.
My fingers brush lightly over his cock, and he hisses, eyes lit with arousal as his jaw tenses, molars grinding tightly together. There’s the slightest tremble in my hand as I slowly slip my hand inside the waistband of his sweatpants and briefs to palm his cock.
It’s like velvet in my hand, surprisingly soft and smooth. Also, impossibly long, and so hard and thick, as I tentatively circle his length with my fist.
My God, I can’t even close my fingers all the way around him. How in the hell did this evenfitin me?
This is the first time I’ve ever done anything even remotely as reckless as this. Okay, maybe that’s not true anymore. There was the time in the bathroom where he took my virginity, and then those emails when I was drunk and…
Okay, fine, not the craziest thing I’ve done lately. Apparently, the new Maisie enjoys being reckless. But doing this, knowing that anyone could walk in at any second, is pretty high up onthe list of impulsive, slightly insane things that I’ve done when it comes to him.
God, I want it so badly.
