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Clearly, he hadn’t slept with someone if he was urging her to ask the question. But she indulged him anyway. “Have you slept with anyone, Tazeem?”
“No.” It was one word but the heated gaze that accompanied it had her crossing her legs and tensing her pussy.
Though he didn’t say more, his gaze lowered from hers to her lips, lingered there and set her mouth afire, before slowly moving down to her breasts. Her flesh tingled in delight. Without words, he told her that though he hadn’t slept with anyone, he’d certainly thought of sleeping with someone… her!
And that’s when it hit her! Opportunity was staring her right in the eye.
When she’d thrown around the idea of ‘helping’ him lose the bet, she hadn’t been really serious. But maybe it was time to get serious. Other women might not be able to tempt him off his set path, but if she offered herself, she suspected that he’d fall on his own sword just to have a bite of her. Once he’d taken a bite of the forbidden fruit, it would be game over. He’d be gone from her life.
Should she seduce him?
Yes, the naughty voice in her head coaxed.
It was almost as if her body had just been waiting for the green light. The moment she said ‘yes’, her right hand dropped the envelope on the desk then moved to the chair’s arm to help her stand up. Her eyes on him, she rose to her full height then moved from her seat to circle his desk.
Tazeem stiffened. “What are you doing?”
Chess forced a seductive smile as she stopped right by his seat then sat on the edge of his desk. “I’m doing what we’ve both been aching to do since we set eyes on each other again.”
Confusion marred his gaze. “Which is what?”
“You know what it is.” She leaned forward, grabbed his tie, and yanked. “I want to kiss you.”
Almost as if his limbs had a mind of their own, his body responded to the yank by forcing him up to his full height. Still, he shook his head. “Uh-uh, this ain’t right.”
“Come here.” She dragged him by his tie until he was just a hair’s breadth away. Then before she could change her mind, she planted a kiss on his lips.
Tazeem was predictably startled by the unexpected action. How could he not be? Just the other day, she’d been cussing him out for daring to touch her, and now she was initiating a kiss? He stood still, eyes wide, mouth not moving with hers.
But Chess was unfazed by his non-reaction. She’d break him even if it meant prying his mouth open with her goddamn hands.
Drawing from the annals of her memory, she cupped the back of his head with one hand while the other kept a hold of his tie. He used to like having his head stroked while they kissed when they were younger. Did he still like it?
His swift intake of breath made it clear that yes, he still liked it.
While her fingers drew seductive patterns on his head, she played with his lips… sucking, nipping, licking… until his confusion was overwhelmed by lust. She knew the exact moment when that happened because his arm flew to her waist to yank her body straight into his and his lips parted and firmed over hers.
Then he took control.
The moment he decided to play her game, the kiss leaped from a tiny ember straight into a raging inferno. Even though this was supposed to be just a game for her, Chess found herself melting into his body. She teased his chest with the weighty softness of her breasts and trapped his steadily growing cock against her lower tummy. His response was to slide his hands to her buttocks and fondle the fleshy cheeks as they kissed.
I’m just doing this so I can make him lose the bet, she reminded her fevered senses.
She ran her hands over the firm tendons of his shoulders before sliding them down his body. His taut stomach tightened even further when her fingers flitted down the fabric of his shirt. When she got to his belt, he inhaled swiftly. Smirking, she lowered her hand further down.
Tazeem went still when she cupped him over his pants. His lips stopped devouring hers and his eyes flew wide open. He gasped, “Chess?”
“Yeah?” She squeezed his length.
“What- what are you doing?” he rasped even as his cock grew in her hand.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” She rubbed the thick swollen head for a second before stroking him from head to root then back to head.
“Fuuuck!” He growled before fixing his lips to hers. Hard.
This time the kiss was frantic and almost angry. Chess was forced to stop stroking him when he lifted her to sit on the desk. Without releasing her lips, he grabbed the hem of her skirt, forced the fabric up her thighs, then moved forward to fit his lower body into the v of her thighs.
Her skirt was pushed up so high that his jutting dick immediately met her pussy. The moment she felt that hard, swollen rod poking at her clit, Chess completely forgot why she’d started this whole thing in the first place. The desire that rocketed through her was so intense that it muddled her brain and sent her senses into an aroused flurry.
