Shay. I'd forgotten my angry orders in the hallway. News that Grant had sabotaged my reputation had filled me with rage, and Shay had innocently been sitting in the center of it. But the truth was, I needed her to do her part. I'd been easy on her and on myself after the extremely raunchy scene in the bathroom. The story about her mother had made it harder for me too. I grappled with the notion that I was taking full advantage of her. But that notion was swept aside when the door pushed open.
Shay had pulled on a skimpy, sheer baby doll nightie that had panels that split down the front. With even the slightest movement the shimmery, transparent material fluttered open exposing the lush bottom curves of her breasts all the way down to the tiny lace strap panties made of the same sheer material. She had glossed her lips up to a shine that made my eyes go straight toward them. Her shoulder length hair was pulled up high into a ponytail that let me see every inch of her long neck. The way it curved down to her slim shoulders held my attention and caused me to skip a beat. The rope tangled against my foot. My heart was beating loudly like a drum, but it wasn't all from skipping rope.
Shay refused to make eye contact with me as she swung her hips side to side, making sure to part the sheer panels with each movement. I swung the rope around again, and started my cardio back up, hoping it would keep the blood from pumping straight to my cock.
Shay walked over to the weight machine. She turned toward the mat where I was working out. With slow precision she stretched her long leg over the bench seat to straddle it. She scooted back against the back rest and lifted her arms high enough to drape her hands over the wings of the fly machine. The position lifted and parted the fabric panels of the teddy so high it exposed her nipples to the cool air of the room. They puckered as she arched her back to push her breasts higher.
Shay finally looked at me, and the hurt from my earlier scolding was still there. Along with that little twinkle that assured me she knew exactly what the hell she was doing. Sometimes her beauty made it easy to forget that she was working for that million dollar bonus.
Her long lashes fluttered as she gazed at me. She let her knees drop wide on each side of the bench. I wondered if I'd ever be able to do a leg press again without getting a fucking hard on knowing that her pussy was straddled over the bench. With her hands resting up on the wings of the weight machine, it was easy to imagine her tied up and vulnerable on my bed, with her arms and legs secured. I stopped the jump rope. My chest was heaving with the workout and from seeing her in a position that took my mind to every dark, dirty thought it could come up with. I stared back at her, unflinchingly, as I rolled the rope methodically up in my hand. There was no way a clever woman like Shay could have missed my erotic meaning. It was a meeting of wills again. She was exactly what I needed. This was only going to work if I pushed myself to the physical limits. And I couldn't have picked a more perfect partner for that.
In loose workout shorts, there was no way to conceal how fucking erect I was and I had no intention of it. Her gaze went straight to it, and she smiled slyly at her handiwork. What she didn't realize was how much hotter it made me to have her look at my erection. It seemed just her appreciative gaze alone could set my blood on fire. Something told me she could have been dressed head to toe in snow gear and I still would be hard just from the way she looked at me.
We hadn't said a word to each other, but it seemed we were having the longest, most effective session of dirty talk in history. I decided to push the conversation a little harder. I untied the drawstring on my shorts. They dropped to my ankles, giving her a clear view of the cock she had teased to attention without any physical contact.
Shay licked her bottom lip. I quickly tried to decipher whether it was a real and natural reaction or an act. She was good at this that was for damn sure. She lowered her hands from the machine and rested her belly down on the bench. The baby doll didn't cover her ass and the naked cheeks, drawn perfectly into two by the thin strip of lace, were silently begging for a spanking. She bent her knees so that her feet were up in the air behind her. As she lifted them, she made sure to push her ass up higher.
I stood there for a long torturous second, thinking about her lips wrapping around my cock, her tongue teasing the pre-cum from the fleshy head. And while the visions took my pulse to a level that made it pound in my head, I forced my mind to focus on the list I'd made myself this morning. I needed to get a logo and a business card.
I turned to the punching bag, trying to replace the sexy image of Shay with some possible logo designs. But it was hard. All of my energy and focus remained down below and very little blood flowed to my head. I shoved the name Morris Grant into my mind. That helped take the edge off some.