My mouth went dry as I looked up into Mr. Frost's eyes, wondering just what he had planned. It didn't take a genius to figure it out though as he took my hand and lead me toward the bank of elevators, away from the doors leading into the parking lot. When we stepped inside and he slid his keycard out of his pocket and flashed it against the reader, I knew exactly where we were heading.
Was I really going to do this? I asked myself. After so many years of trying to dispel the notions that my body was what got me a job, was I actually going to sleep with my boss?
Oh, I doubt there's going to be any sleeping.... the voice in my head told me, and I had to fight back a giggle. It wasn't wrong. I highly doubted anything that happened would go beyond this building. I didn't hold any illusions that he might take me back to his place and spend the entire night making love to me before we fell asleep in each other's arms.
No, this wasn't love. This was two grown adults, both horny and needing a bit of release. And so what if he was my boss? It wasn't like he knew that. No one knew that, other than me. And while I had no doubt plenty of the people noticed the two of us slipping off together, it wasn't like any of them were going to connect the sexy woman in the black dress to Mr. Frost's conservative secretary.
So, what was the harm in having a little bit of fun?
When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, I let him pull me out and toward his office. It was strange, being there with all the lights dimmed, but I knew that hallway like the back of my hand. And when he didn't bother to turn the lights on in his office, I didn't complain. There was less of a chance of him recognizing me in the dark.
When he pulled me against him though, I went stiff, still trying to convince myself that it was okay to let loose just this once. I'd busted my ass for so many years. A single night of fun wasn't going to be the death of me.
"Don't worry. No one will find us up here," Mr. Frost whispered into my ear, clearly misreading my hesitation. "No one can get up here without a keycard. So, let's have a little fun, shall we?"
I nodded, taking a deep breath and steeling myself for what I knew would come.
He was surprisingly gentle, at least at first. We danced around the room to a silent tune as he ran his hands all over my body. No doubt he'd realized I hadn't worn a bra that evening, but he didn't comment on it, even after he slid his hands under my dress to touch my bare skin. I shivered under his touch, reveling in how amazing it felt to have his fingers dancing across my body.
When he slid the dress off me and left me wearing only my heels, the small mask, and a lacey pair of panties, I had to fight the urge to cover myself. It'd been so long since I'd been naked in front of someone. It didn't matter that Mr. Frost probably couldn't even make out the details in the low light, I couldn't completely clamp down on my embarrassment.
But then his lips were on mine again, his hands all over my body. "You are gorgeous," he told me. Then, he went to remove the mask, but I stopped him. He froze for a moment, then shrugged. "I like a bit of mystery," he said in that velvety voice as his hand dropped to my waist and his thumbs hooked into my panties.
Then, I was naked except for my heels and my mask. My entire body seemed like it was on fire, but Mr. Frost didn't let me cover myself for even a second. Even without the lights on, I could feel his gaze on me as he took in my entire body. And I didn't need to be able to see him well to know the hungry look on his face. Already the look was etched into my mind, and I couldn't stop thinking about it, no matter how hard I tried.
When he brought our bodies together again, a level of the gentleness was gone, replaced with a hungry need. His hands touched and groped every inch of me, places no guy had touched in a very long time. And he wasn't shy about it, not in the least bit. He knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it. And all I could do was stand there and moan into his mouth as he ignited a long-dormant passion inside me.
He wanted me naked, but Mr. Frost didn't give me the same pleasure. He guided me over toward his desk, then lifted me up and gently set me upon it before dropping to his knees and burying his face between my legs. I gasped and squirmed as he ate me out, reveling in the pleasure coursing through my veins. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and already I thought I was going to die from the sheer intensity of it all.
It was a good thing no one else was on that floor. My moans filled the room and were no doubt audible even down the hall. But I didn't care. In those moments, nothing mattered except the pleasure he was giving me. His mouth and hands knew just what to do to bring me right to the edge, far quicker than I'd ever gotten there. And he didn't slow down or back off either. He just
