"And where do you think you're going?"
Meg spun around as she fumbled with the buttons of her work uniform and saw Paul sat up in her bed smiling at her.
She flushed as she remembered the night before. An innocent phone call between friends had led to hot phone sex, and then to him coming over and making her cum again and again. She had no idea how to handle the situation this morning so she was hoping she could sneak out to work and allow Paul to see himself out. No such luck.
"I'm going to be late for work," she mumbled as she silently cursed the buttons on her uniform top. She'd feel a bit more together if she could at least cover her breasts! At least she had managed to put her skirt on to cover some of her modesty.
Still struggling with the buttons she frantically looked around for her shoes. She wanted to seem cool and breezy this morning and it really wasn't going to plan.
She cursed as she stubbed her toe on the edge of the bed and bent down to rub it. When she looked back up a shirtless Paul was stood in front of her. At some point he had managed to pull on his jeans but it did nothing to take away the impact his body had on her.
She looked up at him, feeling slightly out of breath. She tried not to notice the muscles in his chest that she had run her hands all over the night before, but failed miserably. She was desperately trying to think of something sarcastic to say, to go back to their easy banter that had always been their way of communication but it seemed he had rendered her speechless.
Meg..." He interrupted her thoughts. "Stop stressing. I'll drive you, my car is outside." He paused. "If I've not been clamped that is. I left it right outside, I was kinda in a hurry to get here."
He winked at her as she couldn't stop the smile spreading across her face. Last night had been incredible. He had made her feel desirable, sexy and wanted and it was just what she needed after her dickhead ex. But what now?
He took an extra step towards her and she wondered fleetingly whether he was going to kiss her. Instead, he brought his hands up and slowly fastened the buttons of her uniform that she had found so difficult. She watched his fingers as they brushed against her breasts, and wondered how helping her get dressed could feel so impossibly erotic.
He didn't step back when he had finished with her buttons and she looked up at him. He was no longer smiling and she wondered if he was as turned on as she was. As if answering her silent question, he pulled her to him and kissed her. His kiss wasn't a gentle, goodbye kiss - it was hard and demanding as his tongue tangled with hers.
She heard herself moan as he grabbed her ass and pulled him hard against her. She could feel how hard he was against her and found herself grinding against him. He backed her up against her bedroom door and let a leg slip between hers, intensifying her sudden ache there.
He suddenly pulled away and Meg almost moaned in disappointment.
"Jesus," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers, composing himself. "If we don't stop now, I'm going to throw you back on the bed and fuck you until your screaming for me. But you need to get to work."
Meg momentarily wondered just how important her job really was to her when she heard Paul chuckle as if he had read her thoughts.
"Minx," he said with a wink.
She pouted at him and he dropped a kiss on her lips before sighing heavily.
"C'mon milady, your chariot awaits," he said with an exaggerated bow.
She quickly ran a brush through her hair and cleaned her teeth and head out of the door with Paul in tow.
"Looks like it's your lucky day," she observed as they saw his car hadn't been clamped.
"If I was really lucky we'd still be in your bed with my head between your legs."
Meg gaped at him as he climbed into the car, still not used to him talking to her like that. It both shocked and thrilled her and it did nothing to ease the moisture pooling between her thighs.
She fumbled with the door handle and climbed into the car beside him. She looked over at him and found him grinning at her, clearly delighted that he had embarrassed her. She ignored him and fastened her seatbelt calmly. She heard him laugh softly as he leant over. "You're so cute," he murmured before giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Cute?!" She thought to herself, slightly annoyed. She didn't want to come across as cute. She wanted to be sexy, a temptress that he couldn't resist. Not cute!
The car journey was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts until he came to a stop outside her workplace.
"So, are you coming out for Jen's birthday tonight?" Paul asked as he turned to her. Jen was a mutual friend and Meg had already agreed that she would be there.
"I might do," Meg replied casually. "Are you going?" Feigning indifference she undid her seatbelt.
"I might do," he replied, smiling at her again.
"I might see you there then," she tossed back as she climbed out the car. She quickly thanked him for the lift before shutting the door. She saw him grin that annoying grin before driving away.
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Meg came home from work and rather than feeling weary with exhaustion as she had the night before, her body tingled with excitement. As much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't wait to see Paul again. She instinctively knew that he would be there tonight and she was determined to show him she wasn't "cute".
She hadn't heard from him since that steamy kiss this morning and her body ached for him. His kiss had left her wet and wanting and it had been difficult to focus at work.
But work was over, now it was play time. Meg grinned and undressed quickly so she could jump in the shower. She washed her hair and lathered up her body. She ran her hands over her breasts and noticed a slight red mark on one of them. He had marked her. She wondered whether it had been intentional and found she didn't actually care. She ran her finger over the redness and remembered his mouth on her breasts. He made no secret that he loved her boobs. She rinsed off the soap, stepped out the shower and wrapped herself in a huge towel.
She padded over to her wardrobe and pulled out her dress choices for the evening. One was a simple, well cut little black dress, cut low at the back. Understated but still sexy. The other was bright blue, short with a deep plunging neckline. It wasn't for the faint hearted. She smiled. He certainly wouldn't think she looked cute in this!
She lay the dress on the bed, and went to pick her underwear. Last night she had already been naked beneath the dressing gown when he arrived. Tonight, if they did end up having sex again, she wanted to look amazing. She picked out a black lace bra and thong and pulled them on. She looked at herself in the mirror. She could just make out her smoothness through the lace of her thong and her bra pushed her 32E breasts up high.
She blow dried her hair, applied her makeup and then put on the blue dress. It touched every curve, hugging her breasts and hips. It showed a lot of cleavage and that was exactly the look she wanted. Cute?! Ha!
She sprayed on some perfume and put on some high heels. She was ready for action.
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She arrived at the bar and looked around. She was disappointed to not see Paul there but made her way over to her friends. She embraced Jen and wished her happy birthday.
"Wow, you look amazing!" Jen exclaimed as she returned her hug. Meg smiled and thanked her and made her way to bar. She almost made it before she walked straight into a large chest. She didn't need to look up to know who it was.
