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kept staring at the computer screen like it held all the answers. The secret to life. My mind was screaming, Yes, yes, yes, touch me, but my tongue wouldn’t verbalize it.
I was in conflict because I would be going against my self-imposed work policy about dating coworkers. Or would this be considered sexual harassment. Yet, I’d never had such a strong sexual attraction to any man before. Drake was the complete package: handsome, professional, financially secure, well-rounded, and sexy. Drake had it all; he was every woman’s dream. Even Mother would approve.
“Kennedy?” Drake asked, pressing his hand against my shoulder.
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. By now, my chest was heaving up and down. My mind was screaming for me to stop this madness before it went too far. However, I wasn’t thinking with my brain.
“Kennedy?” Every time Drake spoke my name, his right hand went down a little further. Almost there.
“Kennedy, talk to me, Do you want this?” This time his hand made contact. I tensed up and immediately found myself relaxing as his fingers skillfully began caressing my breasts and hard, throbbing nipples. Without realizing it, I leaned into his hand and embraced his touch.
“Hmmm. You feel so good. Just like I imagined. I dreamed about you the other night.” His fingers were kneading firmly, but gently. When he tweaked my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I swooned.
“Turn around, let me see you.” He proceeded to swirl my chair around and I was flushed. I looked down at the floor.
He slowly, gently lifted my chin back up. “Look at me.” His eyes never left mine as he proceeded to unbutton the tiny buttons on my shirt. He took his time, drawing out the anticipation.
I was breathing so deeply I thought I would hyperventilate and need a brown paper bag to breathe into.
“Drake, I’m not sure about this.”
“Sssh, it’s okay,” he softly whispered, rubbing his index finger sensually across my lips. It was so light; it felt like being touched by a feather.
“Somebody might walk in.”
“Kennedy, take a chance. Trust me. My associates know not to disturb me when my door is closed. Beautiful,” he said, proceeding to lift up my lacy bra and push it out of the way. My breasts were fully exposed, sitting high, and my nipples were already proudly erect. On display. Beckoning him. Welcoming him.
There wasn’t any more talking. Drake bent down in front of me, without my permission, and proceeded to suck my breasts like a starving man. He was definitely a breast man because this went on for about thirty minutes with him sucking, touching, licking, and squeezing them until I moaned out loud several times. Perfect care was given to each breast.
Drake made me feel so good. I held on to the side of my chair and gave into the wonderful sensations as he pulled me near. The only sounds were our breathing, moaning, and his sucking. My nipples were as hard as they had ever been, and every time he tweaked them, I moaned out loud. He didn’t touch me anywhere else. Drake didn’t even kiss my lips, only my neck. He showered me with light, delicate kisses, whispered in my ear, and sucked my breasts some more, tenderly biting down on my nipples. He was on a mission. Finally, he stopped abruptly and stood back up. I couldn’t read the blank expression on his face.
“Kennedy, you’re a sweet lady. So sweet,” he stated, gently cupping my face.
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. He had taken my breath away.
Drake leaned back down and stroked my nipples between his fingers one more time. Had a nipple in each hand, pulling. Again, an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped me as I saw a small smile of victory grace his face.
“That should take the edge off,” he said with a sparkle in his eyes. “Listen, why don’t we knock off for today. We’ve accomplished a lot, but let’s meet again next week.”
“I don’t know,” I said, swiftly and awkwardly buttoning up my shirt.
“I’ve already talked
I was in conflict because I would be going against my self-imposed work policy about dating coworkers. Or would this be considered sexual harassment. Yet, I’d never had such a strong sexual attraction to any man before. Drake was the complete package: handsome, professional, financially secure, well-rounded, and sexy. Drake had it all; he was every woman’s dream. Even Mother would approve.
“Kennedy?” Drake asked, pressing his hand against my shoulder.
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. By now, my chest was heaving up and down. My mind was screaming for me to stop this madness before it went too far. However, I wasn’t thinking with my brain.
“Kennedy?” Every time Drake spoke my name, his right hand went down a little further. Almost there.
“Kennedy, talk to me, Do you want this?” This time his hand made contact. I tensed up and immediately found myself relaxing as his fingers skillfully began caressing my breasts and hard, throbbing nipples. Without realizing it, I leaned into his hand and embraced his touch.
“Hmmm. You feel so good. Just like I imagined. I dreamed about you the other night.” His fingers were kneading firmly, but gently. When he tweaked my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I swooned.
“Turn around, let me see you.” He proceeded to swirl my chair around and I was flushed. I looked down at the floor.
He slowly, gently lifted my chin back up. “Look at me.” His eyes never left mine as he proceeded to unbutton the tiny buttons on my shirt. He took his time, drawing out the anticipation.
I was breathing so deeply I thought I would hyperventilate and need a brown paper bag to breathe into.
“Drake, I’m not sure about this.”
“Sssh, it’s okay,” he softly whispered, rubbing his index finger sensually across my lips. It was so light; it felt like being touched by a feather.
“Somebody might walk in.”
“Kennedy, take a chance. Trust me. My associates know not to disturb me when my door is closed. Beautiful,” he said, proceeding to lift up my lacy bra and push it out of the way. My breasts were fully exposed, sitting high, and my nipples were already proudly erect. On display. Beckoning him. Welcoming him.
There wasn’t any more talking. Drake bent down in front of me, without my permission, and proceeded to suck my breasts like a starving man. He was definitely a breast man because this went on for about thirty minutes with him sucking, touching, licking, and squeezing them until I moaned out loud several times. Perfect care was given to each breast.
Drake made me feel so good. I held on to the side of my chair and gave into the wonderful sensations as he pulled me near. The only sounds were our breathing, moaning, and his sucking. My nipples were as hard as they had ever been, and every time he tweaked them, I moaned out loud. He didn’t touch me anywhere else. Drake didn’t even kiss my lips, only my neck. He showered me with light, delicate kisses, whispered in my ear, and sucked my breasts some more, tenderly biting down on my nipples. He was on a mission. Finally, he stopped abruptly and stood back up. I couldn’t read the blank expression on his face.
“Kennedy, you’re a sweet lady. So sweet,” he stated, gently cupping my face.
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. He had taken my breath away.
Drake leaned back down and stroked my nipples between his fingers one more time. Had a nipple in each hand, pulling. Again, an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped me as I saw a small smile of victory grace his face.
“That should take the edge off,” he said with a sparkle in his eyes. “Listen, why don’t we knock off for today. We’ve accomplished a lot, but let’s meet again next week.”
“I don’t know,” I said, swiftly and awkwardly buttoning up my shirt.
“I’ve already talked
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