Page 48 of French Martini

“I want your panties.”

I blink rapidly. “What?”

“The ones you’re wearing right now. Take them off.”

I open my mouth to object, but no words come as I reach down and obediently unzip my jeans. Oakley watches me with hungry eyes as I tug the denim down, exposing the pink silk I chose for today.

He releases a low growl and then a soft moan when I turn around and bend over to peel the jeans off and step out of them.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” He smacks my ass, leaving a slight sting, as he leans into me. “I’d rather eat your beautiful ass for lunch.”

“No sex at work.” My breathy voice betrays how much I’m enjoying this.

“I know. Turn around so I can see your pretty cock.”

Swallowing hard, I turn and stand upright. My dick is hard and dripping, pressing against the delicate material, and Oakley looks like he’s about to throw me down on this desk.

“Hand them over,” he demands as he rubs his own growing bulge.

I do as I’m told, slowly sliding them down and stepping out of them, then dangling them from my fingertip as I stand half-naked in front of him. He takes them from me, pressing them to his nose and inhaling, the action drawing a surprised whimper from me. When he lowers his hand, the look in his eyes could melt me to the floor.

“What was the second thing you wanted?”

“A kiss,” he whispers, shoving my panties into the front pocket of his jeans. “Another taste of my favorite flavor.”

I nod, leaning back against the desk. My dick juts out in front of me, and when Oakley steps forward, rubbing his stiff work denim against my sensitive skin, my knees literally shake. He hooks his hand behind my neck, drawing me closer until our mouths collide.

The kiss is all consuming, wrapping me up in his masculine scent, strong arms, and warm mouth. He tastes minty and his beard oil is quickly becoming my new favorite smell. His hands glide down my back to my ass, squeezing gently but briefly before moving up again. He rubs against me and I shamelessly grind my erection into him, but then he slows the kiss, deliciously teasing me with small pecks as he puts unwanted space between us.

He steps back, taking me in and leaving me desperate to come.

“You’re not gonna leave me like this?”

“No sex at work.” He smooths his t-shirt down. “Your rule.”

I glare at him, weighing my options but coming up empty. “You’re mean.”

“Nah, kitten. I’m doing what you want. I didn’t come to fuck you. I came to kiss you and get my hands on these panties.” He cups my chin. “But I am willing to negotiate.”

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, I’d happily trade the sandwich I was gonna order and eat you instead. If you want me onmyknees, all you have to do is ask.”

The river of heat flooding my body right now is so strong I can almost taste it. It would be nice to ride his face to orgasm, but he knows I won’t. He knows I enjoy this torture.

“You can come over tonight if you want to.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “To do what, kitten? Tell me why you want me to come over.”

Exhaling slowly, I grip the edge of the desk, summoning the courage to tell him what I really want. “To let me fuck your mouth and come down your throat.”

His eyes widen for a second. “Mmm. That is tempting.” Oakley steps forward, reaching out and gently stroking my cock. “A late-night snack.”

“Please, Oakley? Please come over and make me come.”

“How could I say no to such a sweet request?”

“I hate you for making me feel like this.” The words are out of my mouth before I realize it. Instead of backing off though, Oakley’s expression softens and he steps forward until our chests are pressed together.

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