The attraction I couldn’t deny part 2

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The business card has been sitting on my desk all day, crisp lettering with his name and number staring up at me from my neat and orderly desk. I could hardly focus, rushing into the morning meeting late with a half-hearted apology and an excuse about the elevator having problems, but if my boss noticed anything, she didn’t bring it up. I scribbled my notes down, nodded and smiled and did my best to pay attention, but all the while my mind was completely somewhere else.

It was back in the elevator, back in the place of bliss and pleasure that had come on so strong, so surprisingly, that part of me couldn’t even believe it had happened at all.

But there it was—the proof, sitting on my desk. Not to mention the throbbing ache between my legs, the desire that he had awakened, the possibilities…

On impulse, I picked up the phone. Dialed the phone number with slightly-shaking hands, waited for the ringing on the other end of the line and nearly hung up twice just thinking about what awaited me—would he answer? What would happen if he didn’t? What would happen if he did?

“Hello?”

 

It was him.

“Hi.” I said. And then, kicking myself, hating how stupid I sounded, I cleared my throat slightly and continued: “This is… you gave me your card, and I—”

“Mm, that was quick.” His voice sounded playful, like he was smiling. “Are you still wet for me right now?

I gaped in surprise at the audacity of his question, and almost admonished him for it—but damn it, I was wet for him, and had been since I stepped off the elevator. It was three-fifteen, that slump in the day when nobody else really wanted to focus on work either, and even despite plenty of distractions that morning, my mind had been spinning with possibilities.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to—”

“Just tell me, baby.” He almost purred, voice low and seductive and hitting all the right spots. “Are you wet for me?”

I swallowed, shifted in my seat. “Yes.”

“Well, that’s good then, because I’ve been hard for you all day, baby.” I pressed my thighs together—good goddamn, even his voice could do things to me. “I gave you a little tease this morning, and I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste.”

“Oh.” I said. What a fucking understatement—I pressed my thighs together, trying to get some kind of relief from the spike of desire he’d aroused so easily. “I… I wouldn’t be… I mean, I’d—”

“Yeah, you want to get down on your knees and return the favor?” I heard a rustle of fabric, as if he’d shifted in his chair as well, and vividly my mind provided all of the details as I imagined him sitting there, leaning back in a tall leather chair, legs splayed wide, maybe even putting a hand on his growing hardness. “You wanna taste me?”

I licked my lips, eyes darting around to the rest of the near-deserted office. “Yeah. Yeah, I do, I—”

“Tell me what you want to do.”

“I wanna, Jesus, I can’t believe—”

“Just tell me.” His voice held the subtle air of command, like a man who wasn’t used to being denied, a man who liked to be in control. And oh god did that make me even more wet.

“I wanna suck you.” I said. “I wanna taste you. Fuck, I want to suck your dick.”

“Mm, that’s right you do.” He chuckled again.

“I can’t believe I’m even doing this, I can’t believe this happened, I mean, what am I supposed to do now?” I said, all of my fears and anxieties breaking my own brief foray into phone sex. I laughed nervously.

“Is it what you want to do?”

I thought about it. “Yeah. It is. I want this. I’ve never wanted anything like this—like you, before.”

He laughed softly. “Good. Then that’s all that matters. Meet me for dinner, seven o’clock, at The Roundhouse.”

I nodded, then remembered (like an idiot) that he couldn’t see me on the phone. “Yeah, ok.”

“Wear something sexy.”

There was a click as the line went dead. I felt frozen, phone still pressed to my ear, somewhere between shock and desire, still feeling dreadfully unfulfilled. But tonight was the night. And I knew exactly what I was going to do.

To Be Continued…

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