an executive’s office would look like. Through the large windows the rain could be seen pouring down on the city and fat droplets splattered on the panes. The room smelled of polish, wood and new carpeting.
The sound of the door shutting met Elsie’s ears and her heart thumped in her throat at the soft footfalls coming up from behind her before he reached the chair beside her.
To her surprise he sat in it rather than behind his desk.
When Bennett was seated he still saved her from further embarrassment by not staring at her chest. He leaned casually in the chair and gave her a devastatingly handsome smile that had the effect of making her nipples tighter and her folds grow wetter.
Oh my God.
Even though her nipples had to be standing out like mountain peaks, she cleared her throat and sat up even straighter in her seat, if that was possible. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bennett,” she said, managing to get words out of her mouth for the first time.
“Yes, a pleasure,” he echoed, “but call me John. May I call you Elsie?” He eyed her as if making a monumental appraisal while not staring at her breasts. “I’ve seen you somewhere before, but I can’t quite grasp the occasion.”
“You look familiar to me too.” Good, words were coming from her head to her mouth. Maybe she could do this. “And Elsie is fine.”
8
Taking the Job
Goddamn, the woman was gorgeous. Without being obvious about it, John took in her upper body, her slim shoulders, the graceful curve of her throat and her delicate features. Her hazel eyes seemed to almost shift colors, and the curls that had escaped her upswept red hair looked so damn sexy. When he’d followed her in, he’d watched the way her small ass swayed and had studied her long, toned legs. He wondered exactly what she wore beneath that skirt. Thanks to the rain, he knew what she wore above it.
Now that he was face-to-face with her, there was no missing that her nipples were hard and obvious through her transparent shirt— thank you, rain gods —and the curves of her large breasts made his mouth water and his cock harden.
He shifted in his seat, trying to ease the pressure against his zipper, and hoped she didn’t look at his lap. Images flashed through his mind of his collar around her throat, her ass pink from his whip and driving his cock in and out of her pussy from behind as he bent her over a spanking bench.
Fuck. He had to get his thoughts and erection under control.
On top of that, some serious sexual undercurrents snapped between the two of them like an electrical wire. By the look in her eyes and the tentative way her tongue darted out to touch her bottom lip, he was positive she was as attracted to him as he was to her.
Just by looking at her and her mannerisms, he had no doubt she would make an excellent submissive.
To gain some semblance of control, and to ease the tension, he commented about the weather and said he was sorry she’d had to come out in such bad weather—even though he wasn’t, sorry that was. She looked too damn delicious with her shirt plastered against her chest.
He asked her if she enjoyed her current position.
9
Cheyenne McCray
“It’s been challenging,” she said in her bedroom voice that made him think more and more about what she would be like naked, maybe even tied down to his bed. “But I’ve truly enjoyed it. I’m sorry the project is coming to an end.”
“Why are you interested in a position with my consulting firm, Elsie?” he asked, letting her name slide over his tongue and enjoying the taste of it.
She still sat rigidly in her seat, and he wondered how to get her to relax. “I’ve made the decision that I would rather work with a consulting firm than strictly on my own,”
she said.
“Why is that?” He was tempted to rub his cock with one of his hands, it ached so badly. Wild fantasies of marking her as his own continued to spin through his head.
Jesus Christ, he couldn’t remember
The sound of the door shutting met Elsie’s ears and her heart thumped in her throat at the soft footfalls coming up from behind her before he reached the chair beside her.
To her surprise he sat in it rather than behind his desk.
When Bennett was seated he still saved her from further embarrassment by not staring at her chest. He leaned casually in the chair and gave her a devastatingly handsome smile that had the effect of making her nipples tighter and her folds grow wetter.
Oh my God.
Even though her nipples had to be standing out like mountain peaks, she cleared her throat and sat up even straighter in her seat, if that was possible. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bennett,” she said, managing to get words out of her mouth for the first time.
“Yes, a pleasure,” he echoed, “but call me John. May I call you Elsie?” He eyed her as if making a monumental appraisal while not staring at her breasts. “I’ve seen you somewhere before, but I can’t quite grasp the occasion.”
“You look familiar to me too.” Good, words were coming from her head to her mouth. Maybe she could do this. “And Elsie is fine.”
8
Taking the Job
Goddamn, the woman was gorgeous. Without being obvious about it, John took in her upper body, her slim shoulders, the graceful curve of her throat and her delicate features. Her hazel eyes seemed to almost shift colors, and the curls that had escaped her upswept red hair looked so damn sexy. When he’d followed her in, he’d watched the way her small ass swayed and had studied her long, toned legs. He wondered exactly what she wore beneath that skirt. Thanks to the rain, he knew what she wore above it.
Now that he was face-to-face with her, there was no missing that her nipples were hard and obvious through her transparent shirt— thank you, rain gods —and the curves of her large breasts made his mouth water and his cock harden.
He shifted in his seat, trying to ease the pressure against his zipper, and hoped she didn’t look at his lap. Images flashed through his mind of his collar around her throat, her ass pink from his whip and driving his cock in and out of her pussy from behind as he bent her over a spanking bench.
Fuck. He had to get his thoughts and erection under control.
On top of that, some serious sexual undercurrents snapped between the two of them like an electrical wire. By the look in her eyes and the tentative way her tongue darted out to touch her bottom lip, he was positive she was as attracted to him as he was to her.
Just by looking at her and her mannerisms, he had no doubt she would make an excellent submissive.
To gain some semblance of control, and to ease the tension, he commented about the weather and said he was sorry she’d had to come out in such bad weather—even though he wasn’t, sorry that was. She looked too damn delicious with her shirt plastered against her chest.
He asked her if she enjoyed her current position.
9
Cheyenne McCray
“It’s been challenging,” she said in her bedroom voice that made him think more and more about what she would be like naked, maybe even tied down to his bed. “But I’ve truly enjoyed it. I’m sorry the project is coming to an end.”
“Why are you interested in a position with my consulting firm, Elsie?” he asked, letting her name slide over his tongue and enjoying the taste of it.
She still sat rigidly in her seat, and he wondered how to get her to relax. “I’ve made the decision that I would rather work with a consulting firm than strictly on my own,”
she said.
“Why is that?” He was tempted to rub his cock with one of his hands, it ached so badly. Wild fantasies of marking her as his own continued to spin through his head.
Jesus Christ, he couldn’t remember
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