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“Touch me,” I whined, reaching for him. Both he and I were entirely too dressed, me in one of my sensible work outfits and him in his normal button up and slacks.
Except the top buttons of his shirt were undone, allowing me to see a small bit of his toned chest. I wanted to do so many things to that small expanse of tanned skin. Press my lips to it, lick it, caress it. Feel it so thoroughly that it was burned into my brain like a map.
But then his lips were on my neck and everything else was sliding away. All my hang ups, even the wondering of how we got into this position. Were we at my place? His place? It didn’t matter. All that was important was that he was here with me.
“Are you gonna be my good little assistant,” he murmured into the skin of my neck, his teeth gently grazing against me. “Gonna do what you’re told?”
The arousal that flooded through me at that was absolute embarrassing, and all I could do was whine affirmatively. He chuckled darkly at that, voice full of want and desire, before his hands moved down my body to my thick thighs.
There his fingers lingered, caressing, exploring, building up a fire in me that felt like it was going to absolutely consume me. I whined again, wanting to feel him even closer, but the sound was quickly interrupted by a loud rip.
I gasped, looking down my body to see that he had torn my skirt right in two. My cheeks flooded with warmth at that and I was sure I was absolutely crimson, but when Mr. Fitzgerald looked up at me, all I saw in his gaze was pure, predatory desire.
And I loved it.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, creeping down my body, placing kisses over my clothes until he was hovering just over my panties. Was I wearing my cute ones? My practical ones? I didn’t know, and it didn’t seem to matter because then his blunt fingers were gently caressing the fabric.
“Did you wear these just for me?”
I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I was breathless, and my head was whirling even as the back of my mind told myself that this was a terrible idea.
“Such a good assistant.”
Yeah. I was. The best assistant. I deserved a reward for that, right? I worked so hard and I always did everything to the best of my ability. Certainly, it wouldn’t be a sin to sit back and reap a little benefit from it, right?
Before I could decide either way, his mouth pressed into my clothed center, my panties so soaked that it felt like he was actually touching flesh. And yet… it was so much filthier than that. Something about that thin layer of silk or satin between him and me made me burn that much higher, and my thighs tried to snap closed on instinct.
But his strong hands gripped them, holding me down as he did what no one else had ever done for me. Sure, I had watched porn occasionally or read erotica, but this was wholly different.
I writhed, bucked and sweated under him, but he seemed to pay me no mind, working me over until I was just at the crest of something blinding. Something perfect. Something I craved with such a sudden fierceness that it almost made me cry.
But he pulled away before I could tumble over that abyss and I found myself staring at him in heady confusion.
“Wha…?” I murmured almost drunkenly before his body settled over mine.
“I want you,” he breathed into my lips before kissing me senseless again. “All of you.”
“…all of me?” I didn’t understand until my mind connected the dots. There was something hard and heated pressing insistently into my thigh and his whole body was a tense as a wall.
Oh.
Oh.
Suddenly the punch-drunk feeling of happiness and arousal wavered. Was I ready? This was a big step. I didn’t even remember how I got this far, was I really about to-
The sound of a zipper sounded below me and then Mr. Fitzgerald was moving. I jerked and looked down, realizing that I was about to see exactly what he was-
I sat up so hard that I felt my back pop and then suddenly I was in my studio apartment, blankets bound up all around me.
“Holy shit,” I whispered to myself, brushing my hair back from my face only to realize that I was absolutely covered in sweat. “Aw, gross.”
My mind was reeling from everything that happened and it wasn’t until I stumbled to the bathroom to wash off my face that I realized what happened.
I had had a sex dream.
I never had sex dreams!
It was probably all the maybe-maybe not flirting that had been going on between me and Mr. Fitzgerald ever since that kiss. Sometimes it seemed like everything was normal and he was back to being a hard ass with impossible standards who never stopped working once he was on the clock. But other times it seemed like he was bantering with me, his smile a little too wicked and his gaze a little too interested.
