She must feel the change because she pulls back slightly, looking up at me with those clever eyes.
“You know,” she says, voice dropped to a husky whisper, “I know other ways to help you release tension.”
My mouth goes dry. “Do you now?”
“Mmmhmm.” Her hands slide up my chest, then back down to settle at my waist. “Very effective ways.”
We’re in my office. I should be working. So should she.Anyonecould walk in. There are a dozen reasons why this is a terrible idea.
None of them seems to matter when she rises on her tiptoes and brushes her lips against mine.
The touch is electric. My hands move instantly, one tangling in her hair, the other gripping her hip to pull her closer. I deepen the kiss, taking control, and she makes a small, pleased sound in the back of her throat that sends blood rushing south.
She breaks the kiss, breathing hard, those incredible eyes looking up at me withsuch mischiefthat I have to force myself to not fuck her right here and now. “Sit,” she commands, pushing me toward my chair.
Amused by her boldness, I allow myself to be guided backward until I'm seated. Immediately, she's on me, straddling my lap, her dress riding up to accommodate the position.
“Better?” she asks, settling her ass, warm and soft and perfect, against my rapidly hardening cock.
“Getting there,” I manage, my voice rough.
She laughs, a sound of pure delight, and kisses me again. Her lips are full and eager, her tongue teasing mine as her hands roam my chest. I grip her hips, guiding her in a slow grind against me, and she moans into my mouth.
“I've wanted to do this since the night at the hut,” she confesses between kisses.
“Me too,” I admit, trailing kisses down her neck.
She pulls back, eyebrows raised. “Oh?”
I brush my thumb across her cheek. “You’re a fucking tease you know that?”
“Am I?” she prompts, rotating her hips in a way that makes thinking difficult.
“And that your ass looks incredible in that dress.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Did anyone tell you honesty should have its limits?”
I glower and bite gently into her neck. She groans and her hands move between us to undo my belt. I help her, lifting my hips as she tugs down my trousers and boxers.
My cock springs free, already hard and ready for her. Her eyes widen appreciatively, and a small “oh” escapes her lips.
“See something you like?” I can't help the smugness in my tone.
She wraps her fingers around me, and now it's my turn to make an involuntary sound; a groan that comes from deep in my chest.
“I do,” she says, her grip firm as she gives me one experimental stroke. “Very much so.”
I close my eyes, my head falling back against the chair as she begins to work on me with her hand. Her touch is unpredictable yet follows a pattern, alternating between firm strokes and teasing, lighter ones that make me flex my hips for more. It keeps me on my toes. It gets me harder and harder…
“Is this helping with the tension?” she asks, voice playful.
I open my eyes to find her watching me, those dimples on full display as she grins. “It's... a start,” I manage, just to see her rise to the challenge.
Her eyes narrow. “A start, huh?” She twists her wrist on the upstroke, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head of my cock, and I hiss through my teeth at the pleasure of it.
“How about now?” she asks, repeating the motion.
My hand covers hers, guiding her to the rhythm I need. “Getting warmer.”
