Page 41 of Shifted Desire

“I’m going to stay and observe, if you don’t mind.”

He blinks at me in confusion. “Why?”

“In case you need me.” I step closer, practically buzzing from the need that’s radiating from him.

“I said I’ll be fine,” he grumbles.

“Don’t go easy on me just because it’s my first day. I’m here to help you, Mr. Dubois.”

His throat works with a hard swallow. “I…” His eyes fall to my tits again.

He wants me. He needs me. And I’m not a good enough person to not push a little. I am part-succubus after all.

“All I’m going to do is sit down and observe. You can tell me what you need.”

“Fine. But it’ll be boring.”

My grin is sharp. “I doubt that. Nothing with you is boring.”

I wink at him and unceremoniously round his desk and sit down underneath it. It’s a tight fit, but because he’s so tall, there’s enough room for me to fit there without it being too uncomfortable.

He follows me behind the desk and scowls down at me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I give him a calm smile and gesture for him to sit in his desk chair. “Sitting. Like you should be if you don’t want to be late for your call.”

“That’s not what I meant!” he huffs, and I swear his cheeks darken with a blush.

How delicious. Who knew I could scandalize Nathan with something so basic?

When I don’t budge, he lets out a curse and shakes his head in disbelief. I lick my lips and let out a small sigh as I shift in place, and he mutters something to himself that sounds a lot like “fuck it”, then slides into his chair.

His legs are spread wide to accommodate me, giving me an eyeful of the obscene erection stuffed in his pants.

I don’t say or do anything as he connects to the call. I want him to make the first move. My being under his desk is just encouragement to go for it.

It only takes five minutes before he’s adjusting himself. A few more for him to mute the call.

“Fuck, Samantha, your smell is driving me crazy,” he groans.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, attempting to sound apologetic, but the words are breathy because I’m as worked up as he is. I cup my breasts and let out a soft sigh. “Is there anything I can do to help with that, Sir?”

“Fucking hells,” he curses, watching me as I tease my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress. “Fine. Take my dick out.”

Giving him my best coquettish smile, I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

I undo his belt and zipper with ease as he answers a question from the client, and I’m glad it’s not a video meeting because there’s no way Nathan will be able to hide what we’re doing.

We’ll have to work up to that.

He grunts as I free his cock, thighs tensing, but I release it and sit back on my heels, waiting for his next command. I enjoy making him tell me what he wants far too much.

When he’s able to mute again, he scowls down at me.

I blink at him with mock innocence. “Is that not what you wanted?”

A growl erupts from him before he can tamp it down, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “Suck it.”

“Oh! You could’ve said so, and I⁠—”