bedroom. I’m quiet as I enter, expecting him there already. I’m surprised to be greeted by complete silence. I wonder where he is. I study his bedroom. His bed is made, duvet tucked perfectly at the corners. Not a stray sock or item of clothing in sight. No empty glass. Even the fur throw is folded perfectly and sits on the bench at the end of the bed. I touch it and delight in its softness.
I venture into the walk-in closet, and slide my hand against the rows of perfectly pressed Boss Man clothes.
“There you are.”
His voice makes me jump. “Oh… Hi.”
Just the sight of him, standing tall in a beautiful suit makes my pulse race. “Wow… you’ve dressed for the occasion,” I tease. “You look amazing.”
His smile is playful as he closes the distance between us. “I had a meeting, but I made sure I made it back on time for my little grasshopper.”
“Yes… I was wondering where you were.”
He presses a hand softly on my ass, barely there, but I feel it everywhere. I’m amazed by how responsive my body is to his touch… his voice… everything. I wonder what he has planned for us today. I’m filled with nervous excitement.
He studies me for the longest time, a hint of a smile on his lips. He toys with a lock of my hair, and his gaze travels to the buttons of my blouse. “You look beautiful,” he says softly. “I love the blouse and the skirt.”
I stare down at my frilly plaid skirt, just above the knee. It’s not what most would consider sexy, but sexy is in the eye of the beholder I suppose.
He slides a hand up my skirt. His touch is suddenly hard, aggressive. He bites my neck softly, catching me off guard. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” His hand travels between my legs, and he finds me wearing a thong, just as he wanted. He growls as he slides a finger along my folds, driving me absolutely wild.
I close my eyes. “Me too.”
“I want this skirt off,” he says. “And everything else.”
I smile.
“Turn around,” he commands, and I spin around to face the row of shirts hanging in his closet. He undoes the button on my skirt, and slides down the zip. I can’t wait to be completely naked for him. The skirt falls to the floor, and he strokes my ass and slides a finger along my thong. “I love this,” he breathes against my ear.
God, I am so turned on, I can barely stand. “Take it off,” I whisper.
“I’d love to, but the contract states that it remains on,” he points out. “An amendment you requested might I add.”
I moan. “Can’t we break the rules?”
He wraps his arms around my waist. “No, my little grasshopper,” he tells me. “We don’t break rules here.”
I catch our reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. The sight of us is such a turn-on. I turn to him. “You’re not done, Sir. I still have way too much clothes on.”
His grin is impish. “Yes, I agree.” He toys with the pearl button of my blouse, the bottom one, and I study him as he moves up. Everything about him is beautiful; his long lashes, the mischievous curve of his full lips, the chiseled angles of his jaw.
“Lovely,” he says when he discovers the matching lace brassiere. “You are precious.”
He peels my blouse off my shoulders, and I close my eyes in anticipation of his touch. He doesn’t disappoint when he plants a hot kiss on my shoulder, and pulls the strap of my bra down. He slides his finger along the lace hem, and curves it around my breast, freeing it. I’m already fully aroused when he takes my breast in his mouth.
I wrap my hand around his waist and hike up my leg against him. I want him so badly, but I know that’s not in the cards. We’re taking it slow. These were my own rules. And I do want to take it slow, savor every second of the chase. He reaches behind my back, and unclasps my brassiere. It joins my skirt and blouse on the floor.
I toy with his belt, and quickly undo his fly. I haven’t done this in a while, and it feels so strange. He groans when I reach for his erection. I want to feel the desire I inspire in him. I want to imagine him inside me.