I put my hands on his wrist, pushing him away, but it’s half-hearted. He has no trouble forcing them aside, pushing them onto the armrests of my chair. “Keep them here, babe. Wouldn’t want them to get in the way.”
I’m panicking a little, but I don’t move my hands. I don’t even know why. Actually, that’s not true. As he reaches for a third button, I know exactly why. I glance at the door, but it’s shut. There are over a dozen people just on the other side and my grip on the armrests tightens. “What if—”
“Shhh.” Popping a fourth button with his left, he brings his other hand up to cup my jaw, tilting my head to face his. He leans in and I lick my lips in anticipation. “See, I think our problem is that we need to keep things professional.”
There’s only one button keeping my blouse closed now, and his fingers grip it. I expect him to pop my shirt open, but he waits, just holding it. “I’m giving you one chance to stop this. Right now. Push me away and I’ll let you go.” His lips are almost on mine. “But you’ll miss out on my hands on your gorgeous tits. My mouth eating that hungry pussy. My cock so deep inside you, you’ll taste me.”
“Professional?” I squeak.
“Oh yeah, inside these four walls, I’m in charge. You’re only doing your job by keeping me happy, and a happy boss makes for a happy employee. Don’t you want to be happy, Claire? Or do you want to walk out that door and get back to work?”
He waits and I do nothing. Only a few moments, but long enough. Flexing his fingers, he pops the last button.
My blouse falls completely open.
Declan
For all my teasing, I’ve never fucked around at work before. Not literally anyway.
I shouldn’t be doing it now, not after the shitstorm at the party, and not after my dressing down in Dad’s office. Except every time we touch, my brain short-circuits and my blood flow heads straight south.
Fuck, she’s so sexy right now, skin flushed and the swell of her tits rising and falling with her quick little breaths.
Pushing her shirt aside, I cup one through her delicate white bra, feeling it fill my hand just right under the rough lace. I trail my lips against her neck, tasting her, making her mine. She moans softly and I know there’s no way we’re stopping this time.
Four months is way too fucking long.
I push closer, on my knees in front of her so she has to spread her legs to make room. Her skirt bunches up on her thighs, so high I can see her matching panties peeking out. They’re stretched tight across her pussy, exactly where I want to be.
It takes effort not to tear them off.
My fingers stroke softly over the fabric, and I lean forward to capture her gasp with a kiss. There’s no gentleness in the way I plunge my tongue into her mouth. I’m drowning and she’s the air I need to live.
Claire’s not just along for the ride, though, and that’s one of the things I love about her. She meets me stroke for stroke, demanding more. She lifts away from the chair just long enough for me to push her blouse off her shoulders and slip it all the way off. Stripping her is like Christmas morning, opening my favorite kind of package.
I separate from her long enough to watch how her beautiful, full tits bounce as I pull the bra off. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” I don’t give her time to respond before I’m back at her lips, teasing them open with my tongue. My hands skim from her waist, to her sides, and finally capturing her breasts. Rolling her nipples between my fingers, I make her groan into my mouth.
The scent of her skin and arousal drives me crazy. I need to taste the rest of her.
My lips explore her fine jawline with soft kisses. There’s a slight tinge of saltiness to her skin, intoxicating me. Making me want more.
“Declan,” she moans in my ear. “We can’t do this. Not here. Not in the office.”
“Oh, I think we can.”
“We shouldn’t.”
I can tell she’s conflicted, but I can also feel the race of her heart and the wet heat between her legs that’s begging me to keep going. Not once has she pushed me away. Instead, she arches into my hands, pressing her big tits deeper into my palms. This mix of nervous innocence and desperate lust only turns me on more, knowing that she’s letting me lead her out of her comfort zone.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” I murmur while I kiss my way down the hollow of her throat. She leans her head back with a gasp, exposing herself to me like an animal submitting. I find it ridiculously sexy. “Nothing bad anyway.”
She grinds her hips against me while my lips trace a soft path along her collarbone, but she doesn’t stop her damn objecting. “We could go back to your place.” She moans softly. “It’s not far, right?”