Page 45 of Irresistible Temptation
I watched his mouth as he talked, and realized how sexy it was to listen to him talk about business. He was so good at what he did, and while I didn’t understand all of it, I was fascinated just by how his voice entered my ears with that familiar confidence.
“Well, do you think they went for it?” I asked, tilting my head.
“I should know by the end of the day,” he said, looking at his watch.
The limo pulled up to the office building washed in the deep colors of the sunset that were disappearing with each second we moved further into the evening. His driver pulled open the backdoor and helped me out, Chester following after me. We walked into the lobby, vacant aside from the evening security that had just started their shift. I checked my watch. It was just after 6:30. Everyone had probably gone home for the day, but I needed to gather my things before heading home.
As we rode in the elevator up to the top floor, Chester’s phone dinged and I noticed a smile cross his lips as he read the glowing screen. I wondered what it could be as we stepped out the elevator doors and down the hallway to our offices, the office empty. As I turned right to walk through my door, Chester stopped me.
“Why don’t you come in here for a minute,” he said, nodding toward his own open office door. He had a look on his face that I couldn’t quite read, but I was intrigued by the small smile tugging at his lips.
“Okay,” I said, following him in the dark space of his office. He flicked on his desk lamp, the golden glow slightly illuminating the room. I watched as he pulled an expensive-looking bottle of whiskey from the top shelf of his bookshelf, along with two crystal glasses.
“What’s this?” I asked, playing nervously with my ponytail that was draped over my shoulder. I could feel nerves begin to blossom in my stomach as I realized this was the first time we had been alone together since the night of the show.
“We’re celebrating,” he said, popping the top off the whiskey and pouring it into the two glasses.
“Celebrating what?” I asked, taking the glass from him.
“The deal that just went through,” he replied, holding his glass up and clinking it to mine before taking a long sip.
“You got it?” I asked excitedly.
“Yep.” He nodded.
“That’s huge!” I said, smiling before taking a long sip of the whiskey to calm my now-excited nerves.
He dropped into his desk chair with a satisfied sigh and I sat across from him. We talked more about the deal and what this could mean for the company, followed by a few more drinks, my chair scooching closer to his with each one, until I was sidled up next to him. At one point, he smiled at me and reached for the desk lamp, switching it off so that darkness and moonlight washed over us.
“What are you…” I started, raising my brows curiously.
“Look.” He nodded out the window behind us and I sucked in a breath. It felt like the whole city was under us, lights twinkling, competing with the pale moonlight overhead.
“Wow,” I said as I took it all in.
“Wow is right,” he murmured beside me. His face was closer than before and I realized he wasn’t looking at the view anymore. He was looking at me, his eyes trailing down.
“I like you in that skirt,” he said, getting closer so his lips were brushed against my ear. “I like it even better when you wear nothing underneath.”
My breath caught in my throat as a trill ran up my spine. This was it. This was what I had been waiting for, for weeks. Yearning for this. Impatiently waiting for something to happen again. Touching myself at the thought of him getting me alone.
I slowly stood from my chair and reached up under my skirt, my hands meeting the smoothness of my thighs as my fingers hooked around the waistband of my mesh thong. My eyes didn’t leave Chester’s face as I pulled the fabric slowly down, peeling it off me and tossing them on his lap. I reached behind me and pulled myself onto his desk, my bare ass meeting the cool, dark wood as the short white skirt pooled around me.
I waited for his move.
He reached his hand up and placed it on my knee, his thumb running over it in one long, slow stroke. I swallowed hard at his touch. He stood up from his chair so that he towered over me, looking down at me with embers lit in the depths of his dark brown eyes. I tilted my chin up slightly, parting my lips that were desperate to feel his. Without making me wait, he brought his mouth to mine.
His lips massaged against mine lightly and I whimpered for more, wanting to taste him. He ran his tongue over my lips at the same time his hand ran further up my thigh. I opened my mouth eagerly, meeting his tongue with mine in a slow dance as his hand roamed higher. His fingers brushed against me and he broke away from our kiss, looking down at me.
“You’re already ready for me.” he whispered gruffly.
“I’vebeenready for you,” I whispered back as I spread my legs slightly wider.
He let out a low groan as his fingers ran up my slick opening, a far better feeling than my own hand. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my ear, his breath warm as I arched my back from the electricity running through it.
“Have you touched this pretty pussy?” he asked as he swirled a finger at my entrance teasingly.
“Yes,” I whimpered, pushing my hips forward to meet his touch.
