“I need you. Drop your towel, I want to watch you get ready for work,” Julian demanded.
“One condition,” Mena said.
“What’s that?” Julian asked, his voice husky with desire.
“You can’t move from that bed, and you can’t touch me,” Mena said, playing with the edge of her towel.
“Can you touch me?” Julian asked.
Mena contemplated for a minute. “No, I can’t touch you either. No touching allowed.”
“Can I jack off while I watch you?” Julian asked, shifting into a more comfortable position.
Mena bit her lip. She wasn’t sure she had the willpower to watch him jacking off at the sight of her and not want to straddle him and push him over the edge. He knew he was testing the limits of his willpower and hers. “Go for it.”
“Let the show begin,” Julian said, a sly smile spreading across his face. He pushed the covers from his body.
Mena dropped the towel to the floor and watched as Julian’s cock grew hard instantly. The sense of power surging through her at the impact she had on him filled her with desire. Opening the closet, she pulled down a box of red Louboutins and slipped them on her feet.
“You … are … so … fucking … sexy … and … beautiful … and perfect,” Julian said, his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft.
Mena felt her heart slamming into her chest. She was wet as her body craved him. She wanted to feel him inside her, sliding and thrusting, bringing her to climax as he had numerous times over the weekend. Licking her lips, she resolved to resist him and tease him a bit. She could do this.
Reaching over to the drawer, Mena removed a lacy thong and swung it around her fingers, the charms of her bracelet tinkling as she moved her arm.
Julian panted faster.
Mena took a step toward the bed.
“That’s cheating,” Julian managed to force out of his mouth. “You’re torturing me right now, you know that, don’t you?”
Mena gave him a dazzling smile, then turned around and bent at the waist as she slipped the thong on. Swerving her body seductively to the music in her head, she turned around and squatted low, bouncing twice before standing again.
“Damn it,” Julian muttered, his hand moving quicker, his breath in short, intense bursts speeding up. “Not going to last much longer.”
Mena was pleased. She lifted the matching lace bra from the drawer. Raising her arms above her head, she swiveled her hips in smooth circles, giving him a full view of her breasts lifting with each movement. Slipping her arm into one strap of the bra, Mena caressed her breasts, squeezing her taut nipples with her fingers as she let out a low moan.
“Fuck,” Julian whispered as his body tensed, then arched. His hand wet with the evidence of his orgasm, spewing from his cock.
“Really? You couldn’t hold out much longer?” Mena teased.
“Get over here,” Julian said.
Mena walked over to the bed and leaned down, pressing her lips to his. Julian parted her mouth with his tongue, sliding inside, swirling with intense passion, all the while respecting her rules of not touching her anywhere else. Damn, she loved this man.
After a few moments, Mena reluctantly broke the kiss, then turned her attention back to her wardrobe.
“What do you think? Gray pants and red shirt or black pants, white shirt, and red scarf?” Mena asked, pulling the two ensembles from the closet.
Julian sat up, resting his head on his hand as he stared at her two options, looking from one to the other. She loved how he was taking this decision seriously.
“Depends. What do you have going on today?” Julian asked.
“Wangari wants me to give a behind the scenes tour to a prominent group of European collectors this afternoon. They’re looking for a place to house some magnificent African art they’ve acquired over the years, and Wangari wants them to select the Tribal Museum. That’s why I need to go to work. I don’t want to let her down,” Mena said.
“Go more traditional for the investors. Black pants, white shirt with a dash of color from the scarf and the shoes,” Julian said, looking pleased with himself.
“Good choice,” Mena said, giving him a smile.
