I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. “As a professional, it’s really inappropriate for me to have admitted that I find you attractive.”
“I won’t tell.” His seductive tone practically penetrated my skin. “I love your honesty.”
I looked around. “Where do you want me?”
“That’s a bit of a loaded question, isn’t it?” His eyes burned into mine. “Sorry. See? I’m the inappropriate one.” He lifted the table and began leading me into his office.
“Is this room okay?” he asked as we entered.
Looking around, I nodded. “Yes. This is fantastic.”
He walked over to the window. “I’ll draw the shades.”
“Probably a good idea,” I agreed.
Dax turned to me and slid his hand down the length of his chest. “Do you…want me to take all my clothes off?”
“That’s up to you.”
“I asked you if you wanted me to.”
Stalling, I licked my lips. “Yes. I mean, that would make it easier.”
I had barely gotten the sentence out before he slipped his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He then undid his pants, letting them slide down his legs. His huge cock practically burst through his boxer briefs, and there was a wet spot at his crotch. I salivated with an intense desire to kneel and take him into my mouth.
His brow lifted. “Like what you see?”
“Um…yeah, actually. You have an amazing body.” I swallowed. “There’s no denying that.”
He slipped his finger into the band of his underwear. “Mind if I take these off, too?”
I gulped, feeling my body heat. “Not at all.”
He lowered his boxer briefs. A bead of precum glistened on the tip of his cock. My panties were already wet as I imagined what his impressive girth would feel like between my legs. I had to tighten my muscles to contain my own arousal.
He walked over to the massage table and lay down, his cock fully hard.
“Do you start on the back or the front?” he asked.
“I’m going to start on you from the front, if you don’t mind. I’m supposed to put a towel over your lower body, but I don’t think it would…contain you.”
“I don’t mind leaving it off, if that’s okay with you.”
Desire pooled between my legs. “It is definitely okay.”
He placed his hands behind his head as he settled in. “Good.”
As I started to massage his chest, his eyes burned into mine.
“You look like you want to say something,” I whispered.
“I’m not normally this forward, Wren. But I’m having a hard time keeping my feelings inside today.”
“What do you want to say?” I asked.
“It’s a question, actually. I’m hoping you won’t take it the wrong way.”
My hands glided down his hard chest. “Try me.”
“I joked about this earlier…but I’m serious this time. How much more would it cost to get you to take your clothes off, too…while you massage me? Or is that totally out of the question?” The corner of his mouth quirked. “Feel free to tell me to go fuck myself if I’m out of line. I’ll understand.”
I pretended to have to think about it. “No one’s ever asked me to do that before, so I don’t really have a price. It would be against company rules.”
He wrapped his hand around mine to stop me for a moment, then leaned up and looked me in the eye. “I want to see you naked. What do I have to pay?”
I bit my bottom lip. “If you jerk off and let me watch, I’ll take off my clothes.”
“That’s a bargain.” His eyes glimmered. “And if you’re serious, I think we have a deal.”
I stepped back. My chest rose and fell as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping.
I unbuttoned the front of my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders. I then undid my denim skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
“Fuck.” He jerked himself harder. “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra. You have the best tits. I want to come all over them.” He pumped faster.
My body buzzed with arousal as I slipped my panties off. Completely naked now, I slid my hand between my legs as I watched him pleasuring himself.
“I’m gonna come so good looking at that bare pussy,” he groaned.
I began to massage my clit. After a minute of watching each other, it was as if we were in a competition to see who could come first.
“You know what?” I said.
“What?” he rasped.
“I changed my mind. I don’t want to watch you. I want to ride you.”
His eyes turned glassy as he tugged on his cock. “Get your ass over here, then.”
I crawled up onto the table, straddling him before placing his cock at my entrance. I lowered myself onto him, sinking all the way down. Swaying my hips, I rode him harder and harder. I watched as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Dax wrapped his hands around my ass as he pushed himself deeper into me. “I need to come, but I shouldn’t do it inside you,” he muttered under his breath. “As much as I want to.”