"How are you doing Nadia?"
She looked up from the papers she had been working on and gazed into the face of the most gorgeous man Nadia had ever laid eyes upon: her boss, the Senior CEO of Heartland Global Technology. "Wonderful, now that you're here," she responded, while her body responded the same way that it always did since the first day she met him. Instantly wet and ready.
"Such a tease."
"Only for you, Mr. Tanis." If only he'd feel the same way about her. Nadia knew that he found her attractive. There weren't many men who didn't. Tall and athletically thin, with blond hair cut into a cheeky bob that accentuated the sleek lines of her exquisite face, she was, what her old high school flame had called, any man's walking wet dream.
Everyone, it seemed, except for Brian Tanis. The 42-year-old executive was perfect for her. He just didn't know it yet.
He was taller than her 5 foot 9 inch frame by about a half a foot. That in itself was a huge turn on for Nadia, who usually found herself towering over most men. His hair was an ordinary shade of brown indoors, but had mahogany highlights in the sunlight. His eyes were sharp, contrasting their warm chocolaty shade. He took a light lunch three days a week while on a treadmill, and worked out at a gym on the other four days. The silk, Armani suits he preferred showcased his long legs, narrow hips, and bulging muscles.
And while on the subject of "bulging," Nadia could tell from the always constant and very noticeable bulge in his pants, that the man had quite the package on him. In other words, Brian Tanis was a grade A, utterly fuckable hunk.
"Are those new shoes?" His gaze roamed unhurriedly, taking in her white silk blouse that was sheer enough to hint at her hourglass curves, the not-quite-regulation short skirt, the long expanse of her shapely legs, and down to her sexy, three-inch high shoes. His eyes lingered for a moment on the outline of her tiny white bra that pushed up her small - yet perky! - Breasts, then came back up again to meet her crystal green eyes.
Completely delighted that her outfit had the desired effect, she bubbled, "Oh yes! Do you like them?" She stuck out a pointed foot and turned to the side - in that way only women can do - to show off her shoe, and the profile of her perfectly toned leg. In this position, the hem of her skirt inched up a little, drawing the eye to her firm backside.
Frustrated with tiptoeing around their obvious chemistry with light flirting, and tired of waiting for him to eschew his holier than thou, don't-mix-business-with-pleasure morals, Nadia had decided to take matters into her own, very capable, hands. Tongue-tying him with her sexy little outfit was only a small taste for what she had planned for the evening.
Brian's jaw visibly clenched at the sight. For a moment he didn't say anything, then, with his voice harsh and deep, said, "They're nice, Nadia." He turned away from her and began striding towards his office, and threw over his shoulder, "Could you make sure and get me the info on the Donovan account? And some coffee? I think I'll be up late again tonight."
"Sure thing," Nadia answered aloud. Inwardly she was thinking, Oh yes, I think we're going to be up all night long.
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Jesus! He moaned inwardly.
Brian usually prided himself on his iron clad work ethics, but when Nadia Meyers was transferred to his office, he had to constantly remind himself that ripping off his executive assistant's clothes, stretching her naked over her tiny desk so that he could pound all his desires into her tight little cunt, probably wasn't the smartest idea in the world. His dick, however, disagreed with him each and every time he saw her.
It sprang up with a life and mind of its own, needing only one thing. To be buried deep inside Nadia. Regardless of where he was or who he was with - like, say, his boss - when she came into the room, he instantly became so turned on that jacking off in his private bathroom didn't work.
She wasn't helping any, flouncing around the office wearing those sexy little shoes that, with her tight little skirts that put even Ally McBeal to shame, made her legs look so fucking good.
Fuck! He just couldn't get her out of his head. Therefore, he decided to do the only thing that helped: he was going to drown himself in work. He would work so hard, so long, that when he got home he would pass out in bed before he could remember that with but a mere look, her nipples puckered so tightly that they showed through her bra and shirt.
As he pushed open his door, he shook the erotic image from his head and prepared for the long evening of paperwork ahead of him. Brian took one step inside and stopped dead.
There, lounging in his chair, with one leg draped over the arm and the other hiked up on the desk, was a woman. She was dressed in some black leather getup that he had seen once in the window of a hard core porn and lingerie shop. The skirt she was wearing would have barely concealed her completely shaved pussy had she not been sitting so lewdly, and the bra (if that is what you could call it) was nothing more than a few straps of leather circling her high full breasts, with thin chains crisscrossing over her nipples. Around her neck was a choker with a leash attached that she was swinging in lazy arcs. At her feet was a pair of strappy, ice pick shoes, identical to the ones Nadia had been wearing.
"Brian Tanis, I presume?" She spoke to him in her sultry voice imperiously, as if this was her office and he was some lowly assistant there to beg a raise. She looked him up and down, much in the same way he had with Nadia only minutes earlier.
He wasn't amused. In fact, already six weeks sex deprived and hard as a rock from his little talk with Nadia, walking into his office to find this had completely snapped his patience.
Brian slammed the office door shut behind him. "Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my office?"
The woman smiled at his tightly constrained temper, knowing that fucking this man would be wild and delightfully dirty. She couldn't wait. It wasn't every day she got to play with such a Man.
Aware that his control was barely tethered, she dragged a red tipped finger down her flat stomach to her exposed femininity. She hesitated for a fraction of a second, making sure that his eyes were hungrily following, then the red disappeared into her soft folds.
Stroking herself, she finally answered, "My name is Lilith, and I think it's fairly obvious what I'm doing here." She accentuated that last statement by spreading her lips with her free hand and manipulating her clit with the other.
Lilith smile evilly. It was clear the man was panicked; his lusts fighting against morals that were valiantly making a stand.
Morals, for Christ's sake. How the man had made it as far as he had with morals was beyond her. Usually, CEO's had shed that burden about ten steps back on the ladder of success. Unchaining him was going to be fun.