I smoothed over the front of my blouse, then turned to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I slid my hands over the back of my skirt and pulled the hem down a little further, to look a bit more modest; after all I was preparing for a job interview.
I let out a huff and spun to my closet, unimpressed with my outfit choice. This was one of the most important interviews of my life, and I couldn't find the perfect hire-me attire.
As I reached to unbutton my blouse, a hand grasped my wrist while another wrapped around my waist. My breath caught in my throat and fingers froze, while my heart began to thunder in my chest.
"That's my job." Rumbled a familiar male voice.
The muscles in my shoulders relaxed as I recognized my fiancé, Joe, pressing his body against my back. "I hate to be a party pooper, but I'm trying to find the perfect outfit for my interview in the morning. I can't go in there looking like a high class hooker. This is a high end design firm."
He slid his hand from the button on my blouse to push my cherry curls from my shoulder. "You don't look like a hooker, you look hot."
I couldn't help but smirk as I pushed his hand from my hip and started back towards our walk-in closet. "It's a job interview, Babe, I don't want to look hot. I want to look sophisticated. I want to look professional and I want them to take me seriously."
I swore I heard a growl as I moved away, which awakened something deep inside me. I looked over my shoulder and took in my hubby-to-be for the first time that evening. His skin was a rich, golden brown after hours spent in the summer sun, training for his marathon in a few months. He must have snuck in the house after his run while I was rummaging through my closet and taken a shower in the spare bathroom, because his chocolate hair was still black from the water and he smelled like his signature Old Spice body wash.
I bit my lower lip as my eyes roamed from his hazel green eyes down to his still wet chest, and landed on the dark curls disappearing from his navel, down under his lounge pants. By the time my gaze found his eyes again, his mouth was turned upward into a wicked grin.
"Don't do that." I whimpered, realizing I wasn't going to end up choosing an outfit tonight after all.
He slipped forward to close the gap between us and stopped just a hair's width away. "Don't do what?" He asked, tilting his head down to let me feel his breath against my parted lips.
"You know damn well what." I replied, taking in a deep breath to steady myself. As I breathed in, my chest touched his, causing my nipples to tighten. "I was trying to be a good grown up tonight and prepare for tomorrow."
Finally, his fingertips brushed my stomach as he pushed my blouse up to expose my belly button. "Why not be a bad one instead?" He asked, trying to coax me over to the dark side.
By this point, I had already given up on getting anything ready for the morning, but I loved making him work for me. I tilted my head up and kissed him chastely on the lips as I pushed his hands from my stomach again. I felt his lips part beneath mine, expecting me to give in, and I felt his muscles tighten as I pulled back from the quick kiss. I tossed him a mischievous grin and without a word, I turned away from him again and feigned looking for a new blouse.
I heard him exhale and I could envision his pants beginning to strain to contain him as he grew hard. We both knew he could easily have his way with me if he wanted, thanks to his strict running schedule and recent ventures into body building. I had taken some yoga classes, so while I had some muscle, I couldn't dream to compete with Joe.
After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back against him again. A hand slid up the back of my skirt and exposed half of my ass. "I tried asking." He slid his fingers around the lace side of my thong and yanked it down as far as he could. "No more asking." He nipped at my neck, and I felt a jolt of electricity run straight down to my core.
I pulled my legs together, just long enough for my thong to drop to the floor. "No more asking." I breathed in agreement, turning to putty in Joe's hands.
He pushed me towards full wall, double vanity sinks and released my wrist so I could catch myself on the counter. I was already breathing hard as I looked into the mirror in front of me, excited to see what was on the roster for tonight. Apparently Joe was feeling rough, and my submissive side was thrilled.
Joe grabbed his favorite of my heels, then knelt behind me and helped me slip the shoes on. I felt his lips on my calf as his fingers helped slide my foot into the shoe and I closed my eyes in anticipation. His hand slid up my inner thigh, but stopped just shy of where I really wanted him. I groaned quietly as he stood again.
"Impatient." He noted, sliding his hands up the backs of my thighs to push my skirt up and completely expose my ass.
