The level of trust I have with him is weird. It’s like I know him, but I don’t really. “I do. I’m just all wound up with everything…”
“I can help you unwind.”
His stare holds so much more than his simple statement.
“How?” Did I really ask that? I feel like such a dork, even though it’s a fair question.
He leans into my ear like he did earlier. “Let me make you come.”
My head drops against his and we both turn, morphing into a kiss, a hunger, a promise of how he’ll take care of me. I’m a goner.
Jefferson is my future, no matter how complicated that might be. His hand slides between my legs, lifting the t-shirt. This is the first time I’ve been without panties when I’m in the presence of a man.
His fingers slide over my sex, coating themselves in my juices.
“Baby Doll, where are your panties?”
“I didn’t expect to stay here, so I don’t have extras. I washed them in the sink and have them hanging to dry.”
“You’re going to make such a good…”
What was he going to say? Never mind. His fingers press the devil’s doorbell and I answer with moans. It feels so good, but we’re so close. Where do I look? His chest, the floor, his face, out the window? I close my eyes.
My pleasure is interrupted when he lets his fingers rest. He explains, “Why don’t you turn around, lean against me, then you don’t have to worry about where to look.”
Was my awkwardness that noticeable? Kudos to him for the great idea. He spreads his legs, positions me between them, then leans me against his solid body. One of his hands returns to my sex while the other massages my breast.
The combination is insanely stimulating.
“That’s right, Baby Doll, surrender to me. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I’m struggling to keep my moans quiet so I don’t wake up my boss, but also because of the sweet things Jefferson is whispering in my ear.
“Let go, I’ve got you.”
Everything my parents taught me about sex being a tool for reproduction is washing away with the storm. There’s too much pleasure to restrict this to baby making.
“You feel what you do to me.” He shifts his hips to press his erection into my backside.
“What the fuck?” It’s Jefferson’s voice but not the sweet whispers, it’s full of shock, and it’s from too far away.
Oh no! Jefferson must figure it out about the same time I do. He wraps his arms around me, preventing me from running away, but also smooths a hand down, making sure I’m covered.
I stare at the ground. Humiliation is the new emotion. Isn’t that the one right before you get fired for lewd acts? I try to wiggle free, but Jefferson won’t let go. Is he using me to hide his erection, which hasn’t gone down with the intrusion?
“I’m sorry, Mister Adams.”
“I can’t believe…” My boss doesn’t finish his statement.
“Don’t be mad at her. I assured Natalie you understand the limits of your control over her.”
My boss strides closer, sending my heart rate skyrocketing.
Jefferson tightens his grip.
Mister Adams is too close, and I like it too much. I gasp at my thought. My fantasies, which had only contained one of him, suddenly invite themselves to pretend I could have two of him. Is the ache for an orgasm causing me to lose all decorum?
He hooks a finger under my chin, the same as his brother had done. Electricity zips through my body. Too many hands, too much contact…we’ve always maintained our professional space.