I’m taken aback, but I do as I’m told and turn to face him. He slides a slow hand under the hem of my skirt, and slowly up the inside of my thigh. I close my eyes and melt into the delicious sensation of it. He’s certainly not wasting any time, and I’m certainly not complaining.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since your first day,” he confesses, his words a whisper against my ear. “I love this skirt. Excellent choice, Grasshopper.”
He teases, stroking the inside of my thighs leisurely, almost but not quite touching my sweet spot. I’m breathless, and desperately want him to explore me further. “You can… touch me,” I tell him, my words heavy but soft. “It’s… in the agreement,” I point out. “Sexual touching.”
He laughs softly. “I enjoy taking my time. I want to savor the softness of your skin. Your thighs are as soft as a baby’s bottom.”
I smile and reach for him. I want to see if he’s hard, and sure enough, when I feel him over his pants, he certainly is. He groans, and I laugh. “Two can play this game,” I say playfully.
He finally ventures up higher, and my breath hitches. It feels so good, I suddenly regret removing certain terms from the contract. I don’t want to take it slow anymore. I want him right now, right here, on his desk.
“I’m driving you wild,” he says. “I can feel it.”
“You are,” I admit. “You are such a tease, Sir.”
“I like these panties,” he breathes. “I think I just might take a closer look.”
I close my eyes, glad that I’ve put on my best undies, white lace bikini briefs.
He falls to his knees, and pulls my skirt up to my waist. He flips me around, and his mouth lands on my ass cheek. I flatten my hands on his desk to steady myself. He drops soft kisses on the lace fabric. He bites softly, and I go wild for it. God, he can’t tease me like that.
He grabs my hips, pulls me toward him, and my torso crashes against his desk. He slides a finger under the hem of my panties, and tugs them up my ass crack. He kisses my bare skin, and I melt. I can’t remember ever being so aroused. He bites softly and licks leisurely, his guttural moans buried against my skin.
I close my eyes, and let myself enjoy the moment. I haven’t felt this kind of pleasure in ages. It’s been way too long. I’d almost forgotten that my body was capable of experiencing these kinds of sinful sensations. Because if Mr. Boss Man is anything, it’s sinful.
“Beautiful,” he says softly. “Absolutely beautiful.” He slaps my bum once, and stands tall.
I turn to him, wondering what is next.
His smile is wicked. “Back to work, Grasshopper.”
My jaw falls to the floor. He’s got to be kidding? He can’t work me up like that, and then just ask me to leave.
“Back to your desk,” he commands, and I slowly walk back down the hall in his office. He follows me out. When he shoots me an impish grin and closes his door, I finally get it. This must be his thing. He likes to tease, to draw the dance out, make a whole meal of it. I can’t say that he hasn’t warned me. He’s told me that he likes to take things slow.
What did he call himself? A sensualist… yes, that’s it. I smile, not quite sure how I feel about it all. I wonder what he’s doing behind his closed door. I bounce over and turn the handle, but it’s locked.
Yes, I think I know exactly what he’s doing.
How am I supposed to get back to work after that? I grab my water bottle and down a long drink. I turn my attention to my laptop screen and attempt to get back to it.
And I just know it’s going to be a very long day.
13
Around three o’clock, our quiet space suddenly gets very loud. I peel myself from my office chair to go check out what the commotion is all about. When I get to the kitchen, I see them, heads buried in cupboards and the refrigerator. They both eye me curiously.
“Hi,” I say, ill-at-ease. “I’m Gretchen.”
The pretty girl closes the distance between us, and offers me her hand. “Hi. I’m Elizabeth.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” I tell her.
“I’ve seen you around,” she says. “I like your hair.