Drink together? Now, this was something I didn’t expect at all, but I could get on board.
I watched him walk over to his mini-bar that was placed in the lounge and take out a bottle of champagne. He brought it to his desk along with two glasses, but this time he sat in the leather chair that was right next to mine, and my nerves were immediately thrown into overdrive because of his nearness. The smell of his cologne hit my nostrils, and all I could think about was his body, moving so close to mine.
He opened up the bottle and poured the bubbly champagne into two glasses.
Even though I wanted to calm my racing heart, I couldn’t, feeling tenser as he handed me my glass. Our fingers touched for a moment, and I gasped, all hot from his touch. Thankfully, I didn’t let my glass slip from my hand. That would be stupid and embarrassing.
“To our success,” he said, holding my gaze. His gray-blue eyes pulled me in so intently, I couldn’t look away.
“To our success,” I repeated, feeling all my limbs go numb under his blazing eyes. Damn. Was that lust in his eyes? Impossible.
We fell in silence as we took a sip of our drinks simultaneously. He shifted a bit, and now he was even closer to me, only several inches separating us. I stared at my glass as he examined my face, and I couldn’t prevent the burn on my cheeks.
I was painfully aware of his left thigh that was so close to mine. If he moved his leg to the left just a bit more, he would touch the sensitive skin of my thigh, and that would be my undoing. I wanted him. Now, I wanted him more than ever.
I took another sip, willing myself to breathe normally as the tension between us increased, and I couldn’t ignore his stare anymore. I met his eyes, and my lips parted when I saw desire in them.
“Fuck this,” he muttered.
The next moment, he put his glass down on his desk and did the same with mine. He pulled me up to my feet and brought me in between his legs. My breath hitched and I placed my hands against his wide shoulders to support myself as the sudden arousal overcame my senses.
“Boss?”
He lifted my skirt, revealing my plain, white underwear. I blushed, wishing I’d opted for a sexier combination this morning, instead of going for the comfort. For a few moments he was just looking at my pussy covered with this piece of thin cloth. He groaned and looked into my eyes.
“Do you want me, Madison?” My heart jumped in my chest when I heard his unexpected question. His hypnotizing eyes scanned my face hungrily and I knew my answer.
I began trembling under his warm hands on the back of my thighs, and I silently begged him to move them upward and reach my hot core.
“Yes. I do,” I admitted, keeping our eye contact despite feeling so embarrassed. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. How the hell had I ended up here?
He looked at my panties again and smirked. “White undies, huh? That’s very innocent of you, Madison.” He spanked me, eliciting a moan from me. My eyes became wider in surprise. No one had ever spanked me before.
And I liked it.
Shit.
“Boss,” I breathed out as his hands slid upward. He kneeled down, cupping my ass and burying his face into my pussy. He nuzzled his nose against my mound, and shots of pleasure hit my body from this intimate contact. This was crazy! He was my boss!
He inhaled deeply. “Fuck. You smell so good.” He pressed his face against my pussy again, this time darting his tongue out and licking my clitoris over the cotton fabric of my underwear. The added friction of the material only increased my pleasure, and I began panting.
He was my boss, and we shouldn’t do this, but I couldn’t stop.
“Mmm, Madison, I want to taste your sweet little pussy.”
His words made me so hot.
“Yes, boss.”
He grinned and
pushed me against his desk, not taking his hands off my thighs even once. I leaned against his desk, bracing myself on its edge as he knelt down on the carpet in front of me.
“You’re a naughty girl. You wanted this all this time, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
He took off my panties, and his eyes flashed with hunger when he noticed my shaved mound. He placed my right leg over his shoulder, opening me more to him.