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senseless. As my pussy began to clench and my orgasm drew nearer, my mind flashed with the image of Patrick and the way he’d just looked at me. The memory of the desire in his eyes sent me, with a single cry, over the edge, and I felt relief was over me as I finally, finally came. And it was then that I knew that, no matter what, I needed to fuck Patrick. There was nothing empowering or mojo-improving about servicing a man and having him leave me to finish myself; I wanted to give pleasure and to be pleasured, and I knew that Patrick was the man to do it. Now, I just had to figure out how to make that happen.
    So I tried. I tried as hard as I could. I spent the week leading up to the party trying to seduce him every which way I knew how. I called him into my office in the morning, where I would perch on the desk, my perfectly smooth bare legs only a few inches from him, and try to avoid his oblique questions about what exactly he’d seen in his glimpse through my door on Monday. I refused to answer him, because there was something insanely hot about having a secret of that magnitude. I knew it shouldn’t have been such a turn-on for me, but it was- I was determined to have him, no matter what. But I didn’t want to fuck a spoken-for man, even if I could tell that my persistent attempts at seduction were making him waver. After all, for the last few years it had been him flirting with me, and here I was basically presenting myself to him for whenever he wanted to take me. And he couldn’t. I knew it was driving him insane, and the thought of him, lying awake at night, picturing the way my ass looked when I bent over my desk, made me giggle.
    I got braver as the days went on and, by Friday, I did the unthinkable- I came in to work without panties or a bra on. I threw a jacket over my thin white shirt so that no-one would see my erect nipples beneath the fabric, and waited for Patrick to stop by for our morning catch-up.
    As the door opened, I casually glanced up. “Oh, hey, Patrick.” I said, trying to sound cool, “How’re you doing?” Casually, I wriggled my arms out of my jacket and laid it on the back of my chair, taking my time to turn back around. I wanted to cheer with delight when I saw his face, goggling at the flesh straining at the confines of my tight shirt.
    “I’m…good,” he replied, and the way he voice caught at the back of my throat told me that I was doing a good job. Damn, Patrick was hot when he was turned-on. His eyes darted across my body, taking in my legs in their high heels and the way my stockings disappeared up my short skirt. Yes, I knew it was totally unprofessional, but I had already allowed one of our investors to watch me finger myself. We were far beyond the “take it to HR” stage now.
    “Glad to hear it,” I gave him a wide, sincere smile as I stood up and turned around, fractionally hitching up my skirt so he caught a glimpse of my bare flesh. “I wanted to talk to you about our options for this party tomorrow night.” I leant down to pick up my folder off a low shelf, and I heard Patrick inhale sharply behind me. Oh yes, he saw me, all right. He caught that glimpse of my bare pussy and asshole, and I could tell by the look on his face when I turned to face him that he was struggling not to vault the desk and take me right there. I sat down again, placing the folder out in front of him, and began to run through the music options. I could see him shifting uncomfortably in his chair, and was delighted at the effect I was having on him. He nodded along, occasionally letting out the odd vague sound of approval. I wondered if his brain was still hung up on the image of my shaven pussy, the glimpse I had just treated him to. Suddenly, he blurted it out.
    “I want to come. To the party, I mean. I’ll come, tomorrow night.”
    “Oh, I thought you had your engagement party?” I cooed gently.
    “I’ll find a way out of it. I just really think I should be there, you know?”