wear those when I work with my stationary camera. Why?”
He dropped his hand and stepped back, shrugging. “Just wondering.” Which wasn’t true at all. She was less kissable with the glasses on and right about now he was hoping some of her disguise or a bit of her armor was around to help him out. He needed to take things slowly. At least initially.
“I’ll get my blog post written. Don’t worry, I’ll focus mostly on the good. As the commercial says, you only have one chance at a good first impression. But my readers are pretty smart and if I go gangbusters right off the bat they’ll probably wonder.”
He waited until she was nearly to her workspace. “Colin?”
“Hmm…?”
“I want you to take off your pantyhose and bring them to me.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me. Put your hands under your skirt and take down your pantyhose. I want to think about your legs being bare against the office chair while I’m out. Come on.” He motioned with his right hand, gauging her reaction. After the shoes and the comments about being denied the use of his desk, he fully expected her to refuse. He was completely prepared to tell her that it was okay for now, but that soon she’d do it for him, when she turned her back and bent over.
Son of a bitch, she was doing it. Maybe he had a better chance of getting the results he was after by pushing her erotic buttons first. He’d intended to work his way up to the physical, and try to connect with her emotionally on some level to begin with, yet she had walls up in that direction. So, instead of tearing them down to get through them, he could sneak behind them and unlock the door to let some light in.
“Here.”
He accepted the wadded-up pair of hose and didn’t look at them. He was too intent on her. “Very good, Colin. From now on I don’t want to see you wearing these. At least not in the house.”
Guiding her back to the chair he’d set out for her he waited until she was seated. “Lift up.”
When she did he bent over and pushed her skirt up higher on her thighs. He didn’t expose her bottom, just enough skin to keep her heated. “Sit.” And when she did he intoned, “Open your legs, Colin.”
He knew she was staring at the top of his head so he kept his eyes glued to the silken expanse of thighs while he waited for her to comply. “You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Now he tilted his head and looked directly at her. “Wider.”
“All right.”
Her quiet, almost breathless words dared him to go further with her. There was something about her determination to push herself with this that taunted him. “Unbutton your blouse, Colin. Start at the top and go down. Just three buttons. That’s all.”
Her hands shook, but she did exactly as he told her and stopped at the third. When her hands returned to her lap he said, “Palms up, sweetheart. I require every part of you to be open. Do you understand?”
Slowly, without breaking eye contact with him, she turned her hands until her knuckles rested on her naked and spread knees. “Yes.”
He looked down and took his time examining her before he whispered, “This is how I want you to stay until I’ve left the room. After I’m gone, you may work on your blog post, but make sure that skirt stays as it is and this skin,” he trailed his fingers up the inside of one thigh and smiled when she twitched, “stays exposed. No closing your legs.” He straightened and pulled up her chin. “I want you always open for my attention.”
Once he was gone, Colin nearly slid off the chair. She was also trying hard not to hyperventilate. A perpetual state for her when she was around him, she decided as she took a deep breath. Finally, all the giddy and heady sexual energy she’d been experiencing these last few months converged and she knew why. She’d accepted this. On some unseen level she’d let go of her fear and embarrassment and listened to him. Really listened to him.
God, what a voice
He dropped his hand and stepped back, shrugging. “Just wondering.” Which wasn’t true at all. She was less kissable with the glasses on and right about now he was hoping some of her disguise or a bit of her armor was around to help him out. He needed to take things slowly. At least initially.
“I’ll get my blog post written. Don’t worry, I’ll focus mostly on the good. As the commercial says, you only have one chance at a good first impression. But my readers are pretty smart and if I go gangbusters right off the bat they’ll probably wonder.”
He waited until she was nearly to her workspace. “Colin?”
“Hmm…?”
“I want you to take off your pantyhose and bring them to me.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me. Put your hands under your skirt and take down your pantyhose. I want to think about your legs being bare against the office chair while I’m out. Come on.” He motioned with his right hand, gauging her reaction. After the shoes and the comments about being denied the use of his desk, he fully expected her to refuse. He was completely prepared to tell her that it was okay for now, but that soon she’d do it for him, when she turned her back and bent over.
Son of a bitch, she was doing it. Maybe he had a better chance of getting the results he was after by pushing her erotic buttons first. He’d intended to work his way up to the physical, and try to connect with her emotionally on some level to begin with, yet she had walls up in that direction. So, instead of tearing them down to get through them, he could sneak behind them and unlock the door to let some light in.
“Here.”
He accepted the wadded-up pair of hose and didn’t look at them. He was too intent on her. “Very good, Colin. From now on I don’t want to see you wearing these. At least not in the house.”
Guiding her back to the chair he’d set out for her he waited until she was seated. “Lift up.”
When she did he bent over and pushed her skirt up higher on her thighs. He didn’t expose her bottom, just enough skin to keep her heated. “Sit.” And when she did he intoned, “Open your legs, Colin.”
He knew she was staring at the top of his head so he kept his eyes glued to the silken expanse of thighs while he waited for her to comply. “You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Now he tilted his head and looked directly at her. “Wider.”
“All right.”
Her quiet, almost breathless words dared him to go further with her. There was something about her determination to push herself with this that taunted him. “Unbutton your blouse, Colin. Start at the top and go down. Just three buttons. That’s all.”
Her hands shook, but she did exactly as he told her and stopped at the third. When her hands returned to her lap he said, “Palms up, sweetheart. I require every part of you to be open. Do you understand?”
Slowly, without breaking eye contact with him, she turned her hands until her knuckles rested on her naked and spread knees. “Yes.”
He looked down and took his time examining her before he whispered, “This is how I want you to stay until I’ve left the room. After I’m gone, you may work on your blog post, but make sure that skirt stays as it is and this skin,” he trailed his fingers up the inside of one thigh and smiled when she twitched, “stays exposed. No closing your legs.” He straightened and pulled up her chin. “I want you always open for my attention.”
Once he was gone, Colin nearly slid off the chair. She was also trying hard not to hyperventilate. A perpetual state for her when she was around him, she decided as she took a deep breath. Finally, all the giddy and heady sexual energy she’d been experiencing these last few months converged and she knew why. She’d accepted this. On some unseen level she’d let go of her fear and embarrassment and listened to him. Really listened to him.
God, what a voice
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