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"The sheer one?"
My mouth curved upward, pleased he noticed enough to commit it to memory. "Yes."
There was a pause and I swore I heard him moving. Pulling up into a seated position because I had his attention.
"I know you look beautiful," he said, his deep voice sure, like he was stating fact, like how 1+1 equals two or the earth revolved around the sun. "What else?"
"A charcoal gray skirt," I spread my fingers down the front of it. "It stops at my knees when I stand up."
"And now?"
I felt the heat spread, not leaving a single inch of me untouched. "Right now it's mid thigh."
He let out a rumbling sound that came from the back of his throat and shot to my groin, making me clench. I knew my panties were going to be a sticky mess by the time this was all said and done and I didn't even care.
"And beneath?"
I pushed my chair back a few inches, spreading my thighs. "A black bra and a black thong."
"If I were there--"
"If you were here, I'd drop to my knees and suck you until you exploded in my mouth." It came out as a single word and I cradled the phone between my shoulder and ear, squeezing my eyes shut. Jesus...it was like it had been a lifetime since he touched me. It had only been two days, but even that seemed too long. Too much to bear.
"I'm sorry," I blurted, knowing that I'd interrupted him. What devastatingly sexy thing would he leave unsaid to discipline me?
"Don't apologize," he said smoothly. "You'd get no complaints from me. I'd love to feel your mouth on me. Your hot little tongue sliding up and down the hardened length."
My heart jumped in my chest when I closed my eyes as he let out a deep groan. Was he touching himself? Imagining my lips around his thick shaft? I was dying to touch myself, to sink my fingers inside.
"Jacob," I whispered hoarsely.
"Not yet," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. So he was punishing me. Suddenly two words were more harsh than any spanking he'd dealt. "I still have to tell you what I'm going to do to you."
I squirmed, knowing that would do nothing for the ache, but loving it. Nothing was as sweet as giving him control. Nothing was more sexy than submitting.
"I wouldn't come," he continued. "Not yet anyway. I'd pull you to your feet by those wild curls and bend you over the edge of the desk."
I gripped my knee, feeling the desire leak from me. A spanking. God yes.
"I know what you're expecting. My hand to turn you red. But not today, love. Today, I want to touch you. Finger fuck you." He paused and I could hear how labored his breathing was. "Would you like that? Me plunging my fingers in and out of you?"
"Y-yes."
"Touch yourself, Leila."
If my skirt gave me any trouble I'd already decided to grab the scissors in my cup and cut myself free. Luckily, my hand slipped under the material easily, fingertips straining until I brushed the crotch of my panties. I pulled them to the side and sunk two hands in and a long, desperate moan poured out of my mouth.
"How wet are you?" He asked, his voice tight.
"Sopping," I eked out, feeling my delicate folds quiver as I went deeper.
"Don't stop," he ordered thickly. "I wouldn't--not before I got to feel how hot and wet you are with my cock."
"Oh Jacob," I sighed in between moans. In between thrusts. My legs were splayed open but that wasn't enough. I threw my leg up on my desk, pen cup, folders flying.
"You know what you do to me?" he said, his voice no longer controlled but unhinged. Wild. "I need you. No one else. No one else...don't stop, Leila. Not until you come."
I was rolling my hips, thrusting the air wildly. When I used my other hand to touch that knot of nerves, the swollen button that would set me free, I knew I was close. But I didn't want to go there alone. I needed him too.
