Page 14 of Fake Summer Boss
I awkwardly zip up my suit pants and rush over. "How can I help?"
She backs toward the door, looking over her shoulder at me shyly. "I got it partway down, but…"
I sweep her hair to the side, kissing the back of her shoulder blade. The zipper definitely needs two hands and a firm jerk to get it over the rough spot. I examine it closely, my warm breath drifting down her back. "One of the teeth is bent. I've got some jewelry pliers that can straighten that out for the next time you wear it.”
She glances back, her clear blue eyes twinkling. "When will I ever wear something like this again? I don't go to fancy places.”
I continue unzipping, bending down to kiss along her spine. "Gorgeous, if you’ll let me, I will be taking you places. Anywhere you want." I hesitate. "Dinner. Dancing." My eyebrow lifts. “Bowling. I've heard that’s very romantic."
I slide the zipper down the rest of the way, and she holds the dress to her chest so it doesn't fall as she turns. "Are you actually saying…” she hesitates. "We're just focusing on this weekend, right?”
"Right.” My gaze skims along the top of her incredible cleavage. "And in case you come to your senses on Monday and decide you never want to speak to me again except for work-related matters, may I…" One bra strap has fallen off her shoulder from the awkward way she's holding the dress to her body.
I've seen lingerie models who didn't have half of this woman’s sex appeal. Maybe it's the fire in her eyes, or the way her curves seem to fit just perfectly in my hands. The soft blush of her lovely cheeks, or the way I can practically hear her heart pounding.
"In case this is my only chance to see you naked," I whisper, "may I help you get dressed?"
Layne laughs, following me out to the bed. "Don't you mean undressed?"
"That is step one of the getting dressed process, yes."
She smiles shyly. "What exactly are you suggesting?"
My hand slips into the back of her hair, tilting her mouth to mine for a soft, deep kiss. Then my arm slides around her back, holding her close to my chest as I murmur into her hair, my voice husky. "I'm going to peel that dress off, along with anything under it. Then I'm going to lay you across the bed and lick your pussy until you come."
A deep shiver runs through her as her chin tips up to mine. "How… How does that help me get dressed?"
"It might stop me fantasizing about you for long enough to let this guy go down."
I've been keeping my erection turned away. When I twist to her, Layne gasps. "Isn't that uncomfortable?"
"Don't worry about him. Just tell me… Would you be more relaxed this afternoon if I made you come now?”
Her chest heaves with every breath. "I've never… I mean, I don't know what to do."
My arms tighten, crushing her against my chest. "Baby, are you saying you’re a virgin?"
There's a long pause. Finally she whispers, "Yeah. I'm on the pill, but I've just never met anyone worth it, you know?"
"What about me. Am I worth it?" She's already nodding. "Layne, may I throw you naked onto this bed and bury my face in your pussy?"
Her luscious lips fall open, eyes wide. Then she nods even more emphatically. She inhales sharply as I take hold of her dress, pulling it to the floor firmly, and then unhook her bra, tossing the satin and lace away.
"Oh my God, you're gorgeous," I murmur, stepping back, holding her hand as I stare in disbelief. Her breasts are perfect. Full and perky, her deep rose nipples pebbled in anticipation.Her skin is porcelain smooth, with faint flushes of pink at her throat and cheeks.
“It’s weird,” she whispers.
"What is, baby?"
She follows me the two steps to the bed, then I lay her down across the light green blanket. "The way you look at me." Her eyes flutter shut. "And what it does to me when you call me baby."
"What does it do?"
My shirt hits the floor behind me, then I kneel at the edge of the bed, pulling her close, pulling her silky panties slowly down her thighs. "Does it make you wet, baby?”
"I… I think so."
"May I check?"
