His voice was soft and dangerous, a subtle warning that he was on edge. Clearly, he was fighting the urge to give in to the lust burning in his gaze because they were in his office, with co-workers just beyond the closed door.
Yeah, she’d definitely thrown him off balance, and she liked having that advantage.
“I’m seducing you,” she said, and gave him an equally alluring smile. “Is it working yet?”
He took the hand she’d braced on the chair and flattened her palm against the hard length of his erection bulging the front of his slacks. “What do you think?”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened in feigned innocence, and she gave his thick shaft a firm squeeze. “I didn’t mean to get you so hot and bothered.”
He raised a dark brow, amusement and daring etching his ruggedly handsome features. “Now that you have, what are you going to do about it?”
His gruff demand sent swirls of sexual heat spiraling straight down to her stomach. This was what Jill wanted, for Dean to play along and allow the fantasy to unfold into hot, tantalizing reality. She let her lashes fall half-mast and licked her bottom lip, summoning the words she’d never, ever, said to him before. “I’m going to suck your cock and make you come.”
Dean’s mouth opened, then snapped shut again, his jaw tense. Her husband was rarely at a loss for words, but her candid, explicit reply rendered him shocked and speechless. The slow burn of excitement in his eyes, however, assured her that he was fascinated by her brazen transformation.
Thoroughly enjoying her newfound power, she knelt between his spread legs and began unbuckling his belt, anxious to make good on her promise. He watched her through hooded eyes, his breathing deepening as she unbuttoned his slacks, opened the zipper, then tugged his pants and boxer briefs low on his hips so that his fierce erection sprang free.
Knowing he still needed to be presentable for the rest of the day, she pushed the hem of his shirt up to his chest and out of her way, and couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and place a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss against the taut muscles just below his navel.
“Oh, fuck . . .” he rasped, like a man on the verge of insanity.
Smiling to herself, she trailed her damp lips lower. The intoxicating masculine scent of him aroused her, and the taste of him—all hot, hard male—saturated her senses and made her insides clench with need.
Gripping his shaft firmly in one hand, she wrapped her lips around the swollen crown of his dick, taking him into her mouth just a few excruciating inches. She swirled her tongue along the tip, then took him deep, until her lips touched the base of his cock and the sensitive head rubbed enticingly against the back of her throat. She swallowed, wrenching a groan of pure ecstasy from him.
She slid him in and out of her mouth, stroking him with her tongue and adding just enough suction to keep him on edge. His hand cupped the back of her head, but he didn’t push or thrust into her mouth the way she knew he instinctively wanted to, the way she wanted him to. Didn’t grip her hair tight and use a little force to make her give him what he needed the most. He held back, always in control, when she was dying for him to dominate her and take whatever pleasure he desired the most.
Another time, she promised herself. For now, she made his orgasm her ultimate goal. She continued blowing him, increasing the friction of her fingers along the hard column of flesh, and deepening the wet suction of her mouth as she doubled her efforts to make him come. His entire body tensed, and he gasped a warning, tightening his fingers in her hair to pull her head away.
She refused to release him. His hips jerked wildly, and she felt the tell-tale pulsing of his cock in her mouth give way to a surge of warmth that she didn’t hesitate to swallow. With a hum of feminine power and delight, she finished him off, until she’d wrung him dry and he sagged back against his leather chair, dazed and temporarily wasted.
She remained kneeling in front of Dean, back arched slightly, hands resting on her thighs, waiting patiently for him to recover, because she wasn’t done seducing him just yet. He glanced down at her, and she watched as his gaze darkened as he took in her very subdued, obedient-like pose, something she suspected would rouse him all over again.
Oh, yeah, he liked her subservient demeanor. A lot. They’d never played at being dominant/submissive, but there had been enough instances in the bedroom when he’d displayed just enough aggression to give her the indication that he was on the cusp of tipping over into a more authoritative role sexually, yet was denying his true nature and had been for years.
But exploring those D/s themes was for another day, another time, when they weren’t confined to his office with the possibility of being interrupted.
Still wearing her red lacy bra, G-string, and fuck-me stilettos, she rose to her feet and leisurely skimmed her hands down her stomach, smiling to herself as his sinful gaze tracked the direction her fingers were heading . . . right into the waistband of her panties.
“I have another surprise for you,” she said huskily.
“I don’t know that I can handle another surprise,” he said, though he hadn’t looked away from where her fingers had disappeared.
She laughed softly. “Oh, I think you can.”
Hooking her thumbs into the thin strings at the sides of her hips, she pushed her panties down and let them fall away, revealing her freshly waxed mound.
He groaned his appreciation, and she teased him a bit more, grazing the tips of her fingers along the smooth, newly naked flesh. He’d always wanted her to go completely bare, and she’d never had the nerve. But she had to adm
it that getting a full Brazilian wax had been quite liberating.
He flashed her one of his patented bad boy grins . . . the same one she’d fallen hard and fast for back in high school. The same one that still had the ability to make her weak in the knees now.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think today was my birthday.”
She tipped her head to the side, letting her long dark hair tumble sexily over her shoulder. “Would you like to see . . . everything?” she teased.
“Hell, yeah,” he said without hesitation. “Sit on my desk, spread your legs, and show me.”