Page 36 of Irresistible Temptation
I need your mouth around my cock.
I didn’t know. I had a feeling he would always keep me guessing like this. Maybe that was his intrigue, or the fact he made me orgasm more than I had in both of my previous relationships combined. It was to the point where I didn’t know where one stopped and one started.
Chester stepped out of his office and walked toward mine, his black suit hugging him perfectly with each step, before stopping just inside my office. My breath caught in my throat as he looked me up and down, slowly and deliberately. I shifted in my patent leather pumps, pressing my knees together behind the safety of my desk.
“What I need from you is not appropriate for this office…” he said, his voice a gruff whisper. “So, I guess you’re free to go, Juliet.”
I swallowed hard as I watched him turn and head back into his office, leaving me in shambles as a heat rose between my legs. This man knew exactly what to say and how to say it. He would be my undoing.
I turned my back to him to hide the smile that was pulling at my lips. I looked down at the view of the city just as the sun was setting behind the buildings, leaving the sky a watercolor of deep red and purple. I realized now that I had not taken anything too far, and this game we were playing was still on.
On my walk home, Sadie called demanding some answers.
“Who was that guy you were sucking face with?” she asked.
“Just someone I met recently.” I shrugged. I didn’t want to tell her that he was my boss. Not yet, at least. I knew she would worry, and after yesterday’s morning livestream, my friends had already been through it with their worries.
“So you were grinding on the dance floor with a near stranger?”
“I guess so.”
Sadie giggled on the other line. “Whoareyou?” she asked in disbelief.
“I don’t know, but I think I like her.”
“I do too. It’s about time you let your freak flag fly.”
“Oh, my gosh, Sadie!” I exclaimed, shaking my head as I turned the corner to my apartment.
“Embrace it!” she said.
“I’m going now…” I said in a sing-song voice.
“Ta-ta,” she giggled.
The next morning as I woke up, I stretched my arms over my head and let out a satisfied moan after a good night’s sleep. I had passed out shortly after I got home from work and made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, desperate for sleep after thenight before. As I stared at the ceiling, I thought about what Sadie said.
Embrace it.
I pulled the covers off me, and climbed out of bed to quickly wash up. Once my teeth were brushed and my face washed, I started to primp for the day. I had woken up early enough to spend a little extra time on hair and makeup. After yesterday’s tired look, I was going for something a little more put together.
I ran a curling iron through my hair, creating loose, voluminous waves that fell down my back. I brushed on some mascara, dabbed on some pink blush, and smoothed on a rosy pink lipstick. Happy with my upper half, I strode for my closet in nothing but my lacy boy shorts and matching bralette I had slept in.
Running my hands over the hangers, I went over my options of what to wear to work. I could keep it G-rated with a pair of cream trousers and a crisp white blouse that had a peek of cleavage. Or…
There was the Boob Shirt.
And the Ass Skirt.
Both dangerous on their own, but paired together…
Paired together, it was an outfit well into PG-13 territory. It was an outfit that was asking for it.
I plucked each from the rack and looked at them, pondering if double-sided tape and a prayer would hold me in the white, loose, button-down shirt. The chocolate brown plaid skirt was so short that if I did anything but stand perfectly straight, the bottom of my lace boy shorts would show. It was ridiculous for the office, but imagining Chester’s face when he saw me in it was tempting.
It was too much. I shook my head and placed the hangers back on the rack. If anything, Chester was going to have to work for a little more skin. If a game of teasing was what we were playing, I wasn’t about to show him all my cards just yet, even if his hands had just shuffled the deck.
I pulled on the top drawer of my dresser to reveal my underwear drawer. All the colors of the pastel rainbow stared up at me as I pulled out a silky, barely-there thong. Sexy, and understated. It would give me confidence under more modest business clothes.
