My work made me feel many things, and I dedicated my life to it, but being with Oliver gave me some rush—something so special—which I couldn’t feel in any other way. I’d never felt like this about someone, and it still made me a little confused and worried.
He was my boss and I had no idea how he felt about me. For all I knew, this could be just a meaningless sex for him and he would dump me as soon as he got bored of me. That would be terrible for so many reasons, and no matter how many times I’d said to myself not to worry about it and try to relax, I couldn’t push away those negative thoughts.
On the other hand, I saw it in his eyes—that connection—which told me this wasn’t as meaningless for him as I feared it would be. Just like me, he was lost in our passion.
I wanted to see him. No—I needed to see him. I wanted to see him smile. I wanted to talk with him about everything. His time in the service, my parents. Everything. I wanted to feel him in every position and every place—his cock feeling every inch of my hole...
I shifted on my chair. So far I’d always been so serious around him, not being able to fully relax, and I wasn’t acting very seductive with him. Despite that, he wanted me. I could see the hunger for me in his eyes, and I wanted to give my best, so this—whatever this was—between us could work.
That was why I dressed better today. Instead of my boring business suits, I dressed more daring. I was wearing a really short skirt and I left my blouse unbuttoned on top so he could see my breasts.
This time I wanted to seduce him. I could be fun too. I decided I wanted to surprise him with something at the office to show him I wasn’t uptight and stuffy. I wanted to make him see there was much more to me.
I read the time on the clock and saw I had only a few minutes until the project’s team meeting started. Oliver wanted us to meet in the conference room and discuss further about the schedule and timeframe.
After contemplating for a minute, I figured out what would be just the thing to do to make Oliver crazy for me.
I took off my panties, put them in my drawer, and went to the conference room for a team meeting.
I was so anxious when I entered the room. This was a bold move, and I felt unusually powerful. I couldn’t wait to see Oliver’s reaction and my pussy tingled in anticipation. He was already there with other team members, and my heart jumped when my eyes met his.
For a moment, I felt like a lovesick teenager. He was the only one I was aware of in the room, and the memories of this morning in his place rushed back to me at once. The way he put that whip cream on me and licked it off... The way he pleasured me with his mouth... His hands on me...
Oh no. I couldn’t be thinking about this now. I had to pay attention to this meeting. It was extremely important and it would help us decide our next moves, but here I was—unable to think about anything but sex with Oliver!
I shook my head, wondering how things got this way. I—who was always the serious one and had a hard time relaxing and letting go of stress—felt completely daring, and at the moment the consequences didn’t matter.
There was an empty seat beside him, and I sat down next to him. I inhaled his scent greedily, observing him discreetly. He was wearing a dark gray suit today, and his serious face made everything stir in me. He was broody, but I liked him more because of that. It was his distinctive feature, and I loved whenever I was able to make that face twist into a smile.
“I’m sorry if you were waiting for me,” I apologized to him and others.
“That’s no problem. I’ve just arrived myself,” he said smoothly. Oh, I also loved his voice, especially when he gave me his commands.
His eyes were heated, following my every movement, and I had to give my best not to writhe on the chair. My whole skin buzzed, and I wanted to jump on him and impale myself on his long dick so badly, but I had to control my urges.
He leaned toward me and whispered into my ear, “You look so damn sexy, Alexandra. My cock is so hard for you right now.”
I shivered, looking at others quickly to see if they were aware of what was going on, but each one of them looked at the documents in front of them.
“I think it will become even harder right now,” I whispered back at him, deciding to play that game with him.
I was so glad that the conference table was wooden, so no one could see what I was going to do under it now.
I took his hand, put it on my thigh, and led it up my skirt to my naked pussy, so he would know I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I felt him tense immediately, and I had to look at him to see his reaction. He was staring at me with surprise and lust, and by the way he clenched his jaw together, I knew it drove him crazy. He licked his lips, his hand squeezing my upper thigh in response.
“You did this to torture me, you little vixen,” he hissed into my ear and my whole body shuddered. “For this, you are going to be punished.”
I was a second away from moaning hard, and I had to clench my hands to prevent myself from doing so. He removed his hand, and I could feel his desire radiating in waves from him. His words made my pussy throb, and I couldn’t wait to see what my punishment was going to be.
“Alright everyone. Let’s start this meeting.” He gathered the papers in front of him and made an introduction.
I was pleasantly surprised when I realized he was so excited about this project. He’d mentioned once that he found something beautiful in transforming old into new, and I admired him for that. It was something I could relate to, because that was my job and my biggest passion. There was definitely nothing better than fixing something that was seemingly impossible to repair, making it even better than it ever was.
Oliver was strict about the deadlines and our commitment to the work, and I was glad when he confirmed to me he would do his best to provide me with the money I needed to redecorate that place.
As other members of the team talked, he used the opportunity to bring his hand back under my skirt, and it made me hotter than ever. He was teasing me now on purpose, each time inching nearer to my warm core, and every time I expected his touch on my extremely sensitive flesh, he would withdraw his hand.
It made me distracted, unable to focus on the meeting’s contents, but I wasn’t the only one who was distracted.