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Authors: Sigal Ehrlich
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smile at this thoughtful gesture. Everyone around seems pleased with the notion.
“So before we get back to work, bear in mind to be creative. You know what they say, ‘ Think left and think right and think low and think high’.”
He is quoting Dr. Seuss to his employees; a warmhearted smile spreads over my lips and I need to combat the urge to grab him and kiss the life out of him.
“Break it down into numbers,” he says next. “It always makes it easier seeing the whole. Now let’s move, people.” He thumps the desk and turns to face me as the rest of the room starts to leave in small groups. Tasha sends me a full grin: white teeth, upper and lower rows on display, before following her ex-lover and boss.
Daniel circles his desk and stops next to where I'm seated, leaning his hip against the desk. He folds his hands over his chest, and his hardened eyes fix on me. “So you're going out?” he asks in a stiff, troubled voice. “Like that?” Although I know full well to what he refers I instinctively lower my eyes to run over my outfit. The hem of my sweater barely covers my upper thighs, ending mere inches below the hidden garter belt. Returning to look at him I find his eyes burning over every part of me.
“With whom?” he asks, clipped. I take a deep breath.
I guess white hot possessiveness tends to cloud one’s mind. His basic ability to see what’s wrapped up with a bow right in front of him, ready to jump his sexy bones, is totally gone.
“I’m not really going out.” My voice comes out quiet and croaky. His brows disappear under his golden locks.
“You’re not? What’s going on , Hayley?” The waves of impatience and irritation under the surface are blatant from his tone.
So I’m Hayley now?
“No.” A thin side-smile forms on my lips as I take his hand in mine and press it against my leg, guiding his fingers so they push up the hem of my sweater and reveal the red lacy fabric ring embracing my thigh. I trail my eyes up to stare into his. “I came here to surprise you .”
He shifts his eyes from mine to the delicate red material, still leaning on his desk. His stare turns slightly darker and the crease between his brows deepens. His Adam's apple lowers and raises slowly.
I rise up and softly kiss his mouth, then saunter toward the door. Daniel follows me, focused, lips slightly parted. When I reach the door I lock it and turn back. His eyes now burn into me as he tilts his head to the side. I lick my lips, still standing by the door, and without breaking his gaze untie my sweater, pull it open and let it drop to the floor. I can hear Daniel’s gasp all the way across the room as he watches me, frozen, his eyes morphing to molten hazel. I start slowly walking toward him, swaying my curves in feline-like steps. Daniel watches me, rapt. I can hear his next swallow despite the distance between us. I settle myself between his parted legs and inch upwards, grazing my body against him as I make my way to kiss his partly open lips. I feel the thuds of his heart beating against my almost bare skin, his hand now palming my lace-clad rear.
“Hales, baby,” he breathes into my mouth, threading his fingers further under the delicate fabric in small, light strokes.
I'm back to Hales… and baby.
“Shhh…” I whisper back, and press my flat hand on his ridged stomach, signaling for him to stay put. He exhales sharply as I slide to my knees. His stare follows my moves, enthralled. I look at him from under my lashes as I unbuckle his belt and open his fly. With undivided attention he follows my actions, breathing heavily. I pull down his jeans and boxers, lightly scratching his skin with my nails as I do. With the first touch of my mouth on him he closes his eyes and slants his head back, letting out a choked groan. I start slowly, in light, long strokes, gradually quickening my pace, tightening the hold of my hand at the base of him. He drops his hand to stabilize himself against the
“So before we get back to work, bear in mind to be creative. You know what they say, ‘ Think left and think right and think low and think high’.”
He is quoting Dr. Seuss to his employees; a warmhearted smile spreads over my lips and I need to combat the urge to grab him and kiss the life out of him.
“Break it down into numbers,” he says next. “It always makes it easier seeing the whole. Now let’s move, people.” He thumps the desk and turns to face me as the rest of the room starts to leave in small groups. Tasha sends me a full grin: white teeth, upper and lower rows on display, before following her ex-lover and boss.
Daniel circles his desk and stops next to where I'm seated, leaning his hip against the desk. He folds his hands over his chest, and his hardened eyes fix on me. “So you're going out?” he asks in a stiff, troubled voice. “Like that?” Although I know full well to what he refers I instinctively lower my eyes to run over my outfit. The hem of my sweater barely covers my upper thighs, ending mere inches below the hidden garter belt. Returning to look at him I find his eyes burning over every part of me.
“With whom?” he asks, clipped. I take a deep breath.
I guess white hot possessiveness tends to cloud one’s mind. His basic ability to see what’s wrapped up with a bow right in front of him, ready to jump his sexy bones, is totally gone.
“I’m not really going out.” My voice comes out quiet and croaky. His brows disappear under his golden locks.
“You’re not? What’s going on , Hayley?” The waves of impatience and irritation under the surface are blatant from his tone.
So I’m Hayley now?
“No.” A thin side-smile forms on my lips as I take his hand in mine and press it against my leg, guiding his fingers so they push up the hem of my sweater and reveal the red lacy fabric ring embracing my thigh. I trail my eyes up to stare into his. “I came here to surprise you .”
He shifts his eyes from mine to the delicate red material, still leaning on his desk. His stare turns slightly darker and the crease between his brows deepens. His Adam's apple lowers and raises slowly.
I rise up and softly kiss his mouth, then saunter toward the door. Daniel follows me, focused, lips slightly parted. When I reach the door I lock it and turn back. His eyes now burn into me as he tilts his head to the side. I lick my lips, still standing by the door, and without breaking his gaze untie my sweater, pull it open and let it drop to the floor. I can hear Daniel’s gasp all the way across the room as he watches me, frozen, his eyes morphing to molten hazel. I start slowly walking toward him, swaying my curves in feline-like steps. Daniel watches me, rapt. I can hear his next swallow despite the distance between us. I settle myself between his parted legs and inch upwards, grazing my body against him as I make my way to kiss his partly open lips. I feel the thuds of his heart beating against my almost bare skin, his hand now palming my lace-clad rear.
“Hales, baby,” he breathes into my mouth, threading his fingers further under the delicate fabric in small, light strokes.
I'm back to Hales… and baby.
“Shhh…” I whisper back, and press my flat hand on his ridged stomach, signaling for him to stay put. He exhales sharply as I slide to my knees. His stare follows my moves, enthralled. I look at him from under my lashes as I unbuckle his belt and open his fly. With undivided attention he follows my actions, breathing heavily. I pull down his jeans and boxers, lightly scratching his skin with my nails as I do. With the first touch of my mouth on him he closes his eyes and slants his head back, letting out a choked groan. I start slowly, in light, long strokes, gradually quickening my pace, tightening the hold of my hand at the base of him. He drops his hand to stabilize himself against the
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