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Her big doe eyes blink as she stands in silence. Ronda's hand is still trailing slowly, moving up and down my chest. She circles one of the buttons, then gently strokes her hand across my abs. “Really? The entire time that's all you could think about?”
“Yes, the entire damn time. But you're not innocent either. I noticed the way you looked at me when I walked in on you. Your eyes lit up and your body began to sing.”
“That was shock.” Ronda smiles playfully, tilting her head slightly. “I didn't expect anyone to come in.”
“No, it wasn't. Shock doesn't stay half naked on purpose, shock covers up.” I thin my lips as I'm looking down at her. “It's almost as if you wanted me to see you that way.”
She sucks in a shallow breath, but she never takes her eyes off mine. “I didn't plan any of that.”
“I'm not saying you did, but you let me keep looking, and that led you here with me now. We're all alone in my office, and all I can think about is fucking you. Does that scare you? Or does it turn you on?”
“Let me put it this way, I don't scare easily.” Her voice is firm. She hooks her finger through the loop on my pants and gives it a little tug. “It would take a lot more to make me run the other way.”
“Is that a challenge I hear in your voice?” I ask, licking my lips as I watch her eyes.
She shifts her gaze around my face, letting them come to rest on my lips. “Maybe it is. Does that scare you? Does being challenged by a woman make you nervous?”
“Do I look nervous?” I ask.
She grins, and bites the tip of her tongue, but she stays quiet.
“The only other question I have is why do you still have your clothes on?”
“Because you haven't taken them off me yet,” she says, her tone thick and sexy. She licks her luscious lips, leaving them parted slightly.
I take strong steps forward, forcing her back until she hits the wall. Ronda inhales a deep breath as she flattens her palms against the wall and curls the tips of her nails into the sheet rock.
My eyes devour her where she stands. A visible tremble travels through her body, turning me rock hard. I'm so fucking tempted to rip her clothes off and take her how I want. I want to tangle my fingers in her hair, and slam my cock in so deep she screams my name. I want her legs wrapped around my waist as I drive my dick in as far as she can take it.
“Let me change that.” I lift my fingers to the top button on her blouse, and pluck it free. I open one button at a time, watching her shiver, until her blouse is loosely hanging open.
Ronda's breathing picks up, her chest rising and falling quickly. She's nervous, but she's excited. I can feel it. It's radiating off her like heat off hot cement. She wants this too. Her nipples are stiff, keeping the sides of her blouse pinned in place. Her cleavage and stomach are partially exposed.
I run the tips of my fingers up her belly, sending another tremble through her body. It's fucking sexy as hell to feel the shiver move through my fingertips and up my arm. Ronda lays her head back against the wall, her mouth falling open as I move my fingers up and down over her stomach.
Her blouse is still covering her chest, letting peeks of her cleavage pop as the fabric waves back and forth. Her movements are becoming more intense and less controlled. She pushes her hips out, rubbing her mound against my waist. Her breathing is heavy, making her tits lift high. Her back is starting to arch off the wall, bringing her closer to me.
She tips her head up, her lips poised and ready for a kiss. Her heavy, rapid breathing is now a throaty, low moan. “What are you waiting for?” she asks.
I slowly lower my face to hers, bringing my lips so close, we almost kiss. Almost. Her eyes start to close, and she starts to tilt her head to accept my kiss. But I hold back. I don't get close enough for her to close the gap.
“I like to savor what I taste,” I say. “When you go too fast, you can't savor it.”
She moans again. I can feel it buzz against my lips. Instantly, my cock swells, the skin tightening and the tip angrily pressing against my zipper. I grab the outside of her thigh and run my hand up to her hip. Grabbing her at the crease, I dig my thumb into her hip and push my body against hers.
“Take me, Mr. Reeves,” she says, her voice an erotic whisper.
