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He gestured toward the guest chair he’d occupied for hours. “I can sit over there.”
How many times that morning had I imagined moving the laptop out of the way and climbing up on his lap? Way too many to count.
“This is perfect,” I said.
I lifted my gaze slightly upward. He followed that stare, looking behind him. When he turned back around, the corners of his mouth were upturned slightly. He was battling a smile.
“You like being watched,” he said.
“Yes. Well…the idea of it, anyway.”
He seemed to get what I was saying. “Don’t worry. With the direction of the light, I don’t think anyone could see in here.”
I gave him a teasing glare. I was aware of that. If I thought for a second someone might see us, I’d be terrified for the same reasons I didn’t want to go to the hotel with him. People talked in Pleasure Valley.
“It’s the fantasy of it,” I said. “The idea that a stranger might be watching…”
“Watching you ride me?” he asked. “Admiring your naked breasts, maybe even touching themselves. Definitely thinking about it later when they touch themselves.”
His words sent heat rushing through my body. I gripped the door, if only to keep my knees from buckling. In fact, if I stood here any longer, I’d probably collapse, melting into a big puddle.
“Come here,” he said.
His voice pulled me forward. I felt like I was stumbling across the room. Those weak knees were wobbly. In fact, I was trembling from head to toe.
I could do this. Women lost their virginity all the time—usually at a much younger age than I was. But their experiences were usually a result of fumbling in the backseat with a guy they were dating for months, sometimes years.
This was my first time, but with a guy who had been a stranger just a few hours ago. So why did it feel like I’d known him all my life?
“Take off your shirt,” he said.
I skidded to a stop at the side of his desk, staring at him, trying to make sense of the words that had just come out of his mouth. He wanted me to take my clothes off?
But even after I processed his words, I wasn’t sure how to go about it. Did I try for a sexy striptease like an exotic dancer in a club? Or did I undress like I was in my own apartment and no one was watching?
As I stared at Trevor, I was suddenly aware of the window behind him. I imagined someone watching us. A complete stranger. As off-the-wall as it sounded, that thought gave me the confidence to reach down and tug at the hem of my form-fitting long-sleeve T-shirt, pull it up over my head, and toss it to the side.
The heat in his eyes told me he wasn’t noticing my flaws. He was appreciating the two scraps of fabric that struggled to support my breasts, not judging my far-from-flat stomach and abundant hips that strained my jeans.
I reached for the button and then unfastened, awkwardly kicking off my tennis shoes, then removing my pants and socks. I shoved it all over to the side with my foot, and there I stood, wearing only my bra and panties in front of a window in an office that belonged to my boss.
I’d never been more turned on in my life.
“Now the bra,” Trevor said.
His eyes were heavy-lidded, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair as though struggling to restrain himself from touching me. I held his stare as I reached back and unfastened the bra, thinking about the business meetings I’d endured in this room. My former boss and coworker would be shocked if they could see me now.
Or would they be aroused, just like a stranger watching us through the window?
Wow, where had this kinky side of me come from? I definitely knew the answer to the naughty-or-nice question on my now-discarded shirt.
“Come here,” he said.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I closed the distance between us and stepped between his legs. Every inch of me ached for his touch. In fact, I felt like I might die if I didn’t feel his hands on me soon.
But first, I had to taste him.
I knelt between his legs, reached forward, and unfastened his pants. The well-defined bulge was impossible to miss. This hot, powerful man wanted me. A surge of confidence rushed through me.
