Perched on the edge of my desk. Knees up, heels on, panties off. I flash back to the softness of her skin, damp with sweat, and the incredible way she’d smelled, like innocence meets desire.
My dick stretches against my boxer briefs, demanding attention. Persistent bastard. Didn’t I fucking deal with him this morning in the shower already?
But I heed the call.
I push down my briefs and draw out my cock, like an iron spike already. No surprise, I suppose. I’ve been operating at attention nearly all day. I close my hand over my shaft, my skin hot to the touch. I close my eyes, remembering the sexy sounds CJ made as she neared the edge, the sweet taste of her skin. My blood rushes hot and fast as I stroke from base to tip, my thoughts lingering on the way her eyes widened when she’d touched my dick, the sheer excitement in her gaze, like a wild thrill was rushing through her. Like she wanted to touch my dick as much as I wanted her to.
I grip harder, jerk faster, picturing spreading her open on my desk.
My dick aches for release, like it has all day, and finally, finally, I’m going to get there. I’m dying to taste her, to bury my face in her pussy. A bolt of pleasure shoots down my spine as I imagine driving my tongue inside her, sucking on her clit, making her come so hard I can feel her all over my mouth, my face. Then flipping her over, and fucking her hard on the edge of my desk. Bent over at the waist, her skirt hiked up. Begging for more. Begging for me to fuck her harder, faster.
Please, she’d cry, in the most desperate voice I’ve ever heard. Please don’t stop, Graham.
As my tempo speeds up, I hear her voice in my head, begging me to come inside her, and that’s all it takes. An orgasm barrels down my spine, and I come hard, my hips shooting up.
Aftershocks radiate through me, my body still shuddering with the image of that intoxicating woman.
Heading to the bathroom, I wash my hands and clean up.
I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want her this much. But even though I know better than to let my libido get away from me, I can hardly wait for tomorrow.
And I decide part of being her teacher is letting her know that.
I settle back on my couch, take a hearty drink of my Scotch, and grab my phone.
Graham: Hope the show was great tonight. Just so you know, I can’t stop thinking about how sexy you are.
CJ: The show was PHENOMENAL, and you were pretty damn sexy yourself. (How’s that for a flirty compliment, teacher?)
I laugh and tap out a reply.
Graham: I’m giving you an A+ in everything.
CJ: Confession: I always did enjoy earning high marks in school.
Graham: I’m not surprised that you were an excellent student. You take direction exceedingly well.
CJ: And that extends to the lovely white box you sent me tonight. I’m not quite sure how to put it on with all these straps, but I’ll figure it out. Hopefully without accidentally tying myself up in the process.
I smile at the image.
Graham: If there’s any tying up to be done, I’ll be doing it.
CJ: I can’t say I would mind that being on the lesson plan . . .
And it’s officially time to switch from texting to calling.
She answers on the first ring. “Hey, you.”
“Hey to you, too,” I say, a stupid grin forming on my face just from hearing her voice. “How was your evening?”
“It was great. My Macy’s rep really enjoyed the show, and we talked business during intermission. They’re going to be stocking my entire line of recycled typewriter-key jewelry in the fall. And I think I’ve almost talked her into taking a few of my signature collection pieces for the Christmas displays. I should know next week since they plan those so far in advance. Which reminds me, I was thinking about the Adored board meeting. Is there anything I should prepare? I know I said I’d tap-dance on the table, but honestly, that probably won’t help your cause seeing as I can’t, you know, actually tap-dance.”
“Glad you asked. I’ve been giving it some thought, and two key points come to mind. I’d love you to share a little bit about the offer you had a year ago, when you chose not to sell, and how that decision was the right one. And I think just a general statement about my commitment to the company your brother and I built together would be great. With the way companies swap hands these days, and how quickly CEOs change their minds, these guys just need reassurance that I’m in it for the long haul, so they stay in it for the long haul.” Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to show CJ the corsets, especially given how critical the marketing is to the next growth phase for the company. “Although, there is this other thing. Are you online?”
She scoffs. “Am I online? When is anyone in our modern world not online or able to get online in, say, ten seconds?”
“When my hand is in your panties. That’s when you can’t get online.”