“Every time you glared at me in a meeting, every time you bit that pretty lip when I shot down your ideas… I wondered how wet it made you. How badly you wanted to hate-f**k the tension out of both of us.”
He rocks forward…. just enough to let me feel how thick he is. How hard.
“Seeing you with your fingers in your p***y just now?” His voice drops to a growl. “It made me so f*****g hard I almost came in my pants like a teenager.”
A whimper escapes me.
He chuckles in a dark and satisfied tone.
“Take off that dress.”
My hands move before my brain can protest. Fingers fumble with the side zipper. The fabric whispers down my body….pooling at my feet in a soft heap of charcoal gray.
I’m left in black lace bra and matching thong, thigh-high stockings, and the stilettos I wore to feel power
