I’ll agree to pretty much anything she asks. I nod immediately, grinning. One more week of secrecy and then the entire world will know that she belongs to me. I’m in love with this girl, and I don’t give a single fuck if people judge me for the fact she’s my employee. No part of me is ashamed of how badly I want her.
“I don’t like hiding it, either,” she admits. “I saw how that woman was looking at you in the meeting yesterday.” She frowns, adorably grumpy.
“I didn’t notice,” I say honestly. “You’re the only woman I see, sweetness. I spent most of that meeting imagining bending you over the table and shoving that tease of a skirt up so I could make you scream my name.”
“Sean!” she complains, but she’s smiling as she says it. “How am I supposed to concentrate on work knowing you’re thinking of…that?”
I raise a brow at her. “How do you think I feel? God, the amount of time I spend fantasizing about eating you out in the kitchen again…”
“Fuck dinner,” she groans, jumping out of her seat and reaching for me.
“Need something, sweetness?” I ask, faking innocence. My cock’s been hard for her since we got home. I’m dying to show her just how much I think about her.
“You,” she demands, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the bedroom.
12
SAVANNAH
Ibite my lip as I check my outfit over again in the bathroom mirror.
Nerves and excitement have me bouncing on my feet, all that nervous energy demanding that I move. We still have two hours before the party starts, but I’ve been thinking about it all week.
Tonight is the night Sean gets to tell everyone I’m more than just a new employee, and I’ve imagined every possible scenario a thousand times. I like my coworkers, and I don’t want them to think of me differently because of this.
But…I more than like Sean. As much as I try to hide it from myself, I’m in love with him. It seems insane to feel so strongly so quickly, but everything with him feels natural. We spend every second we’re not at work together. I’ve barely been to my own apartment at all, and I don’t miss it. It doesn’t feel like home…here does.
Sean’s place has become our place in my head. He bought vanilla syrup for my morning coffees and a million fancy cocktail ingredients to make me drinks at dinner, and my stuff is slowly leaving my own apartment and staying here much like I am. I have my own drawer in his dresser, and my makeup is currently covering the vanity behind me.
I’m his and he’s mine, and tonight we won’t have to hide it anymore.
I grin at my own reflection. A sparkly halo floats above my head, attached to the headband in my hair. A little pair of feathery wings bounce on my back. My boobs are barely contained in the white corset-style top, decorated with sequins and sparkles.
The tutu-style skirt tops off the outfit with its layers of short glittery white tulle. I look like the world’s naughtiest angel, and it’s perfect. Perhaps a little too much or too little for a work party, but I feel good in it despite how much of me is on show. Sean’s adoration of my body and the compliments he showers me with constantly have me looking at myself with kinder eyes.
“You’re killing me here, sweetness,” Sean’s voice calls through the closed door. “Stop making me wait and let me see you.”
I unlock the door to find him waiting right outside, his hand braced on the doorframe. His eyes widen as he takes me in, and I shuffle on my feet shyly.
“Fucking hell, Savannah,” he groans. I’m about to ask him if he likes it, but all that comes out of my mouth is a shriek as he grabs me, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me to the bed.
I land on my back, and in seconds, he’s over me, his hands finding mine and pinning me down. I bite back a moan, desire pooling between my legs. For someone who was a virgin until a couple of weeks ago, Sean’s turned me into a sex addict. I want him all the damn time.
“Do you like it?” I manage to ask breathily, blinking up at him.
“You are not wearing that outside this house,” he growls, making me shiver. I pout up at him.
“Why? I like it!” I argue playfully, watching as he goes feral.
Once again, he grabs me, moving my body into whatever position he wants. I squeal as I’m flipped over, braced across his lap with my head pressed against the blankets and my ass in the air. I wriggle, but I can’t move much under his hands.
“Do you like driving me fucking mad, sweetness?” Sean growls, his hand trailing up my bare leg to cup my ass beneath my skirt. I’m bared to him in this position, the tutu doing nothing to hide my skin from him. “Such a filthy little angel. Look at you, already dripping for me. Christ, Savannah. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I whimper at his words and the way he strokes the skin of my thighs and my ass, so close to where I’m desperate for him.
“Who do you belong to, sweetness?” he asks, a dark demand to his tone.
“You,” I answer immediately, pressing myself against his hand, silently asking for more.
