“Well,” I drawl, leaning back a little to tuck my hands behind my head. I’m the picture of an alpha male at ease, and I know it. Her eyes flare at my muscled torso, and I smirk a bit. She likes what she sees, given the hungry look in those brown eyes. “Well, you were sleeping when I got back late. I wanted you to help me put the kids to bed, but I couldn’t wake you up no matter what I did. You were out like a rock.”
She gasps, clasping her hands to her cheeks.
“Oh my god …”
I cut her off.
“No, it’s okay sweetheart. I put the kids in their own beds. But when it came time to put you to bed, I couldn’t wake you up either. So I picked you up, and I was going to carry you to your room, but you kept saying “no” in your sleep. So I brought you here, and you snuggled in, comfy like a bed bug.”
She blushes hard, her breasts rising and falling quickly. I can’t help but sneak a look. Her tits are enormous and look like they’re about to fall out of that bra. I can’t wait for when that happens.
But then Regina shakes her head.
“I didn’t do all that!”
“You did, sweetheart,” I say. “I swear it, you did.”
She shakes her head.
“No, I couldn’t have. I would never do that. Besides, how could I lose my clothes in the process too?”
I grin and hold up my hands.
“Guilty. You caught me on that one. But sweetheart, you wanted it. You kept begging me to take off your panties in fact, because they were tight, but I’m a principled man. I left them on. Although, if you’d like to take them off now, be my guest.”
She looks down and squeals a bit because although the fabric of her panties is red, it’s very lacy and transparent. I can see the shadow of her vee, and even the small bulge of her clit. I wonder what she’d say if I told her I’ve already run my finger over that nub a few times, teasing her.
Her face is flaming red and I can’t resist. I twist the knife.
“You even begged me to suck you,” I tease. “Down there.”
Her face drains of color and a stab of guilt hits me.
“Alright, sweetheart,” I sigh. “I admit it. You didn’t beg me to do those things, nor did we sleep with each other. Does that make you feel better? And no, you didn’t ask me to take off your panties. I was making that up, and I didn’t touch you at all, I swear. Not with my mouth, and not with anything.” In reply, her cheeks flush an even deeper crimson color. God, she’s absolutely stunning when she’s embarrassed.
“Oh my god, what the hell!” she says in a voice that almost squeaks. “You’re my boss! What boss does this?”
“Am I?” I ask with a teasing, sardonic smile. “Last night I was more like your valet. I mean, I enjoyed undressing you but that doesn’t make me a ladies’ maid.”
Although, I’d be her maid gladly, if it meant I could see her without her bra and panties. But I’d like to do a hell of a lot more than just look at her lush figure. I want her more than I can recall wanting any woman before. Regina is a goddess: full-figured, voluptuous, sensual, and curvy in all of the right places. I want her. I need her.
What the hell am I doing?
I can feel the desire building beneath my boxers, but that’s not the only part of me obsessed with this girl. She must sense the hunger in my eyes because she averts her gaze from mine and says, “Mr. Blythe, I really need to go now.”
I decide to go for it. I’ve already been a total ass during our time together, and I might as well jump out of the frying pan, and into the fire.
“Sure, sweetheart,” I yawn, stretching my arms over my head. My pecs are shown off advantageously, and Regina’s eyes practically pop out of their sockets as I flex unobtrusively. “Go ahead, and run along. I’m just going to grab a shower. Meet you downstairs for breakfast?”
Before she can reply, I throw the covers off and get out of bed. But instead of walking straight to the bathroom for my shower, I shed my boxers and then stride to the adjoining en suite completely naked. I can feel her eyes eating me up. She sees my bronzed back, those carved buttocks, and most of all that huge staff that’s already rigid with desire.
When I turn to shut the bathroom door, Regina’s not even aware she’s staring so hard. Her eyes eat me up, and I swear a small hand is slipping between her thighs to touch herself.