Page 53 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
Today I felt especially sexy with my black-and-white-plaid skirt and white button-down shirt with a sleeveless V-neck sweater that conformed perfectly to my body. I’d topped it off with a pair of white thigh-highs and Mary Janes. Both sweet and sexy, but still professional. Sure, I might’ve straddled the line of what was appropriately known as professional, but I didn’t care. They noticed me; that was what mattered.
“I’ve got a conference call in a few minutes,” Justin informed me. “I’d like you to be in here for it.”
Well, this was a first. I had yet to sit in on any of their individual meetings. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, nor had I brought anything with me. “Do I need to get something to write with?”
Justin shook his head. “No, but you can strip.”
Heat traveled through every inch of my body as I stared back at him. Okay, so this wasn’t going to be a typical conference call, obviously. Then again, I wasn’t sure these men knew the definition of typical.
“Now,” he commanded, his eyes hot.
I couldn’t deny that I was a tad nervous. I had yet to disrobe—at least on my own—so I had to work up the courage. Based on the urgency in Justin’s eyes, I had to do it quickly, too.
I nodded, then managed to remove my clothes. I discarded one article of clothing at a time while he watched closely. I was waiting to see if he’d tell me to stop when I got to my bra and my knee-high stockings; however, he did not, so I took those off, too. Then I was standing completely naked in his office.
It was then that I experienced an entirely new sense of vulnerability. It was one thing to get naked for a man when you knew what was about to happen. Perhaps while making out, or even simply when he took you back to your apartment and informed you he was going to fuck you. However, it felt distinctly different to go to your boss’s office and have him instruct you to strip for him for a conference call.
Not a bad feeling, just different.
Justin got to his feet and moved over to the couch before holding his hand out to me. I loved the way his eyes roamed over my body appreciatively, the bulge in his slacks broadcasting his approval.
I moved slowly, hoping to appear graceful despite the nerves that racked my entire body.
“You’re beautiful, Luci,” he whispered softly. “I like seeing you naked in my office.”
Chills danced down my spine, his compliment warming me.
Justin kissed me softly, his tongue slipping into my mouth, moving against mine. I sighed, enjoying the gentle way he was treating me. Unfortunately, the kiss ended far too soon.
Justin stepped back, then unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning his slacks and lowering the zipper. He freed his cock, took a seat on the couch, then pointed for me to move between his legs. He tossed one of the throw pillows onto the floor between his feet.
“On your knees, Luci.”
Well. Okay, then. This was new.
And hot.
I knelt between his legs, admiring the thick, semi-hard length of his cock. Even in its in-between state, his cock was impressive. This was the first time I was seeing it, and admittedly, a thrill shot through me. The man was very well-endowed. Although he wasn’t quite as long as Landon and Langston, what he lacked in length, he certainly made up for in girth. I wondered how he would feel inside me.
He threaded his fingers into my hair and pulled me closer to him. “My conference call will last thirty minutes. I want you to tease my cock with that beautiful mouth, but do not make me come.”
I nodded, eager to do as he instructed.
“No matter what, you are not to stop. And you are not to make any noise. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Without another word to me, Justin picked up the phone receiver and punched in some numbers. I could hear the faint ringing on the other end.
“Suck me, Luci,” he ordered, his eyes meeting mine once more.
Leaning in, I inhaled deeply, enjoying his musky scent and the erotic scrape of his leg hair against my palms. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, tentatively tasting him for the first time. He tasted like clean, healthy male. I imagined myself doing this for him daily, servicing him while he tended to his phone calls.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” Justin said into the phone. “How are things in your world today?”
There were a few beats of silence while I assumed someone spoke on the other end of the line.
Justin chuckled. “Yes. I can completely understand that. We’ve got some interesting things going on in our office, too.” Another chuckle. “Very well. I’m ready to get started when you are.”
