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I would save it for later.
I peeked into his office. Steven was sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair. Hunger filled his eyes as they sparkled like emeralds. He said nothing. He waited. His shirt was already off. I took in all the sights.
Eager expression…
Masculine hairy chest…
Traces of a six-pack…
And lower…
Whoa!
Was he completely naked?
Yup. The sly Hellhound. The tip of his erection extended above his desk.
I would not make the first move. Although, I think his lack of attire might have been the first move.
We were doing this. It was happening.
Would this be a one-time thing only? I hoped for more, needed mo—
I pushed those thoughts away. This was my one chance to have him. Be with him. I was going to relish every single nanosecond with the man named Steven Cox. The one man I should not be doing this with.
A forbidden encounter.
I leaned against the doorframe, my hip thrust out to the side, and gave him a “What are you gonna do about it, stud?” look.
He marched over and scooped me up.
I yelped. “You’re going to hurt yourself. I’m too heavy for you to pick up. Put. Me. Down.”
He chuckled and ignored my pleas.
No guy had ever picked me up that way. They took one look at me and figured no way in hell were they strong enough for a plumpster like me.
No signs of a struggle from this man. All power. Strength. This was what a real man felt like.
What did he plan to do to me? I wrapped my arms around his neck. He snuggled me into his chest and our eyes met, reflecting the fiery passion and hunger we had for each other. He leaned in. Our lips touched, and I melted into his arms.
He kissed my upper lip, my lower lip, then both my lips. Exploring and teasing. His tongue pushed into my mouth and flicked my tongue. He tasted of rum and spice. My senses swam with the intoxication of it.
I sucked on his tongue. Hard. I craved more of him and wanted to keep him in my mouth.
The top of the desk was bare, save for one lone ruby throw pillow. Computer screens, a keyboard, and papers lay scattered on the floor.
He laid me down, and my head sunk into the silk cushion. My bum, on the edge, faced his chair.
His hands on top of my clothes, he slowly slid them down my neck, over the mounds of my breasts, and across my stomach. His eyes followed the same path, drinking in every curve.
“God, Laura…you’re magnificent.”
With every inch of his journey, my internal temperature rose, degree by degree. His large hands navigated my body, reminding me of the saying, “Any guy can drive in a straight line, but it takes a real man to maneuver the curves”. My boss was a Formula 1 racer.
“I’ve dreamed about this since the first time I saw you on the monitors, dancing in the elevator. Your sexy ass swinging. Your boobs bobbing.”
I gasped. “You SAW that?”
