Under His Watchful Eye

Then a thought occurs to me- why don’t you show him you want him?

After all, he never took action before until the day I started flirting with him. Maybe I need to express my interest in exploring the attraction between us so that he can take action.

I walk into our shared home office downstairs feeling all sorts of cheeky and naughty. Liam looks at me then does a double take inhaling sharply. I want to smile, I really do, but I am determined to make this look as innocent as possible.

I am wearing a red lace bra and a matching pair of panties behind a sheer dress that hits my upper thighs just right. Instead of the normal Mary Jane’s I usually wear, I am in black high heels. I am dressed the exact same way I was dressed when we had our online hot session. Even my hair is fanning around me the same way it was that night and my lips have a sinful red coat of lipstick on them. If this doesn’t let him know I want him, I don’t know what will.

Feeling empowered, I make my way to my desk feeling his eyes follow me and stay with me as I sit down.

“Good morning Sir.”

The way he blinks like he cannot believe I just said that makes me want to do it again.

“Anna…you look…” He clears his throat, looks down at something, then back again at me. He leans forward a little then before my very eyes, his eyes darken making him looking so wicked and so damn hot.”You look different.”

That is it? I look different?

I could shake him if I could. I can tell he knows he has annoyed me because he looks amused at my expense.

“I thought to experiment with new office attire.” I retaliate trying to seem as innocent as possible. I even have my sweet smile on.

“I can see that. Let me know if you need a hand… or something.”

The subtext is not lost on me, but not one to break first, I open my laptop and start working. Except I cannot concentrate at all. I try to type an email to my immediate boss and my mind, and eyes, go to the boss right in front of me.

I try to type something, my mind and eyes go to the fingers typing in front of me.

Time ticks by so slowly when I want it to go fast. I want it to be lunch time so that I can get the excuse to walk around showing off in the name of lunch. I don’t last that long though because at around eleven, I am tired of sitting down and I want to make him acknowledge me. So I stand up announcing that it is coffee break and stride to the door with every intention of changing.

I don’t make it there though.

A harsh fuck it is the only warning I get before I am pressed against the door whose handle I am gripping. I am trapped between the door and a very hard and hot body pressed against my back. I turn my head to look at him and his lips clash against me so hard that I feel bruised. The jolt of electricity that shoots from my core to my womb is almost immediate and it makes me release a loud shameless moan before I can stop it. I kiss him back too dazed to resist before he slowly turns me around holding my waist with his lips still on mine. I go with him turning the rest of my body before his weight is on me again crushing me against the door our lips twined. He wrenches his lips away from mine and I blush at how raw his lips look.

“You have a nice ass.” He whispers.

“Thank you.” I whisper back.

This time when his lips descend on mine, I see it coming and I welcome them with mine parted. My eyes slip shut at the pleasure he submits me to as he takes then pulls away.

“You taste good.”

He dips for another taste. This time, he slips his fingers into my hair and wraps the other hand around my waist crushing me to him. This time he is really kissing me.

He deepens the kiss making me feel like my entire body is on fire. His tongue licks both of my lips and I part them for him allowing him to slide his tongue into my mouth. The lick of his tongue against mine is the only warning I get before he twines it with mine and erases all thought from my mind.

I have been kissed before, but it felt nothing like this. This feels like fireworks are exploding at the ends of my nerves. His licks and twines go straight to my core making me feel like he is making love to my mouth. I moan again into his mouth and it comes out muffled and desperate. Finally, after the sweet torture he has subjected my mouth to, he let’s go of my mouth with a final sweep of his tongue on my lips. I am about to complain and maybe yank him back to me when I feel his mouth doning kisses on my jaw before he licks my neck.