I hate him. Why am I doing this again?
I fuck you until you’re clawing my sheets; your pussy gets tighter and wetter…then you say ‘oh, my god’ because you’re about to have an…
Oh yeah, that’s why. Despite the bullshit, hateful glares, and hurtful words, my body still wants him. In the worst way. My skin tingles when I think of him touching me. In my own world created by the partition, I’m newborn naked and THOT hot. My twat throbs and moistens at the thought of Emiliano’s gaze going from cold to steamy at the sight of me. I imagine his big hands impatiently ripping away the silk and lace as his perfect lips wrap around one of my nipples. Better yet – my clit.
I stifle a moan and shake the fantasy out of my head. I need to stop bullshitting. My best friend is waiting. I can neither pleasure myself nor can I continue to fantasize about a man who will be here shortly. I step into the teddy then close my eyes and pray for strength. The silk and lace rubbing against my aroused flesh cause my skin to pebble with goosebumps. Never has product testing been so thrilling.
“You okay back there?” Cher asks from across the room.
“Peachy!” I say far too chipper. I reappear in her line of sight holding the material over my breasts. “Help with the rest, please.”
“Hot damn! Looking good already girl. Oh, holy ass cheeks,” Cher exclaims when I step in front of her facing my full-body mirror.
Cher snaps the halter together at my nape. “I look good?” My nerves heavy in my voice.
“Yup, all those crazy classes you take at the gym have you looking right, looking tight,” she rubs my favorite body butter on the hard to reach places for me as she speaks.
It’s a light, soft scent that makes me smell heavenly without too much effort. I’d moisturized after my shower this morning but don’t want to leave anything to chance. Once she’s done, I apply it to the places I can reach while she snaps the back part of my bra. My breasts look damn good because of the perfect fit and light push up enhancement.
“I’ll pretend to adjust it when he arrives, and we’ll act like you walking around in your office in lingerie is normal.”
“It is normal on product test day,” I counter.
“Anyone’s presence other than mine isn’t normal,” Cher corrects me.
“True,” I say as I do a spin to check out myself. I do look good. My nerves turn into eagerness then back to nerves when I hear the knock on my door.
“Places!” Cher whisper yells.
I step in front of her. Take a big calming breath then yell, “Come in.”
Emiliano
I’m flying solo today since Connor requested the day off weeks ago. I don’t think he has a reason other than liking to have random three-day weekends with Amy. Today would have been a good day to have a buffer. Some of the questions from last night have me in my feelings, and I don’t have the energy to fight with Caris today. It’s easy to hold on to anger and ignore the hurt, but the hurt is all I have today. I would have thought transitioning into an adult would give me a reprieve from feeling this way. Isn’t there something about time healing wounds? It is like Caris was a scab I kept picking and now, I’m making myself bleed again.
Amy wants me to talk to Caris about that day, but I don’t want to put myself out there. She called me a coward, but I call it self-preservation. Caris didn’t want me then, why should I check now? It makes no sense to me. No. I need to really forget about Caris and genuinely try with another woman. Her behavior senior year knocked her off her pedestal. Why hasn’t twelve years been enough to get her out of my head?
Cher texted me that we are doing a special project today and we are meeting Caris’ office instead of the conference room. I didn’t dig for details; I just don’t want to argue. I stop at the door and pray for a break from the emotional war and cease the questions about my love life. I knock when I’m done. I need something, anything other than the usual bullshit.
I push the door open when they grant me access. I freeze in the entrance. I blink a few times to clear any possible debris from my eyes that would make me hallucinate. My brain must be a horny asshole to make me see what I think I’m seeing. There is no way on God’s green earth that Caris is currently standing in her office wearing nothing but a white teddy and nude stiletto pumps.
Whew, my prayer worked fast. “Am I too early?” It is the best I can do with my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth.
“No.” Caris' hair falls in waves around her face and shoulders after she shakes her head. She puts her hands on her hips; the move enhances the perfection of her tits. “We are tackling two things at once. On top of our rebrand work, we must product test the Eros collection. Today will be long and hard.”
I’m not sure if she emphasized long and hard or if that’s just how I heard it. I step forward. The click of the door seals me inside. Everything throbs. If Cher wasn’t present, I’d test my boundaries. Thoroughly. I hold my briefcase close to conceal my reaction to Caris in lingerie.
“What’s my role in all of this?” I find the strength to investigate.
“You are the male consumer.”
“Meaning?”
“Have a seat.” She motions to the plush leather office chair. I do her bidding because my knees are weak. “Instead of a focus group or some test couples, we have you as the product tester. I want you to know the collection intimately…” Please tell me she’s part of the collection. “It will help you advertise it better.”
“But, how am I testing the lingerie?”
She tilts her head studying me for a moment. “Emiliano?” Damn my name sounds good when she says it correctly.
“Yes?”
“Has a woman ever worn lingerie for you before?”
“Yes.”
She steps closer to me. “And what did you do?”
“Take it off.”
Caris smirks, and I feel like I’m in an alternate universe. “One of the special features of this line is how easy it is to remove the items. We consider the Eros collection to be easy access. Today, you’ll be testing that theory.”
I think my brain just short-circuited. I partially expect smoke to come out of my ears. I just need my hearing checked. There is no way this is going to be my job for the day. She’s already in touching distance, and I fight the urge to grab her. The white lace is see-through. I can see a hint of her areolas. Don’t look at her pussy, don’t look at her pussy, don’t look at her pussy. I successfully coach myself into bringing my eyes back up to hers.
“We’ve added a little love to each piece,” she explains as she turns her back to me.
I’m dead. I’m no longer a functioning member of society because my brain just exploded. Caris isn’t yelling, calling me names, or insulting my intelligence. Yet, she’s abusing me in a much more profound way. Most of her silky back is exposed. I want to nibble on it. But her ass puts every ass I’ve seen before hers to shame. Her underwear is a tanga bottom if the fabric was where it is supposed to be. It’s not. There is a heart there instead. The lace cups part of her ass and bows out into a heart with a G-string in the middle.
I want to squeeze her ass. I want to bite her ass. I want to throw away all my pillows and make her ass my comfort zone. This is hot. This is cruel.
“Ready to get started?”
Depends. “What am I doing? Exactly.” I need to be sure.
She looks at me over her shoulder. “Today, we have the six pieces we believe will be the most popular. I’ll change into each one…you take them off.”
I move before she can change her mind. I’m a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. If Caris wants me to remove her lingerie, I’ll do it. Besides, I’ve already removed it seventy-two times in my head. Minimum. If this is a bluff, I’m calling it.
I’m behind her, smelling her sweet scent. I brush her hair to the side with my fingertips. I want to savor this moment and be efficient. Efficiency wins. I have the halter and backstrap undone in less than a minute. I watch the lace fall a
nd stop at her hips. I look at Cher. She’s curled up in a chair with a notebook in her lap waiting to take notes like this is a normal business meeting.
Caris turns to me. Her hands are covering her breasts, and the fabric rides low enough to tell me she has little to no hair down there. I bite the inside of my cheek.
“Thoughts?”
“Hm?” Oh, I have a lot of thoughts I just need to give her the right ones.
“What are your thoughts on the product? Is it easy to remove as promised?” She moves away from me. “Give Cher your notes while I change.”
“Wait. Does this one automatically stop at the hips by design?” Caris looks at me before she reaches the divider.
“Yes, it’s the tease feature.” Then she slips out of view.
She really is a tease. I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath to slow down my heart rate. I open them to find Cher studying me.
“You okay?”
“I think so. Just...surprised, I guess. Didn’t expect such racy material in the morning.”
“Do you want to opt out?”
“Why?”
“That was one of the tamest options.”
“Tamest!” I whisper harshly. Cher simply nods. “Is this always how she tests lingerie?”
“Yes and no. She tries every option. She owns one of everything that has ever been offered in the store or online. Usually, we discuss the pieces together, but this collection is different. We’ve had focus groups, then some test couples in the past. Caris doesn’t want anyone to leak these until the release. I could take them off her, but she prefers a man’s point of view. And since you know more than most men about lingerie, it only made sense for me to suggest you do it.”
I don’t know if I want to kiss her or fight her. “Why can’t anyone see it?”
“She wants to, you know, build…anticipation.”
“Ah, she’s teasing the consumers, too.”
“Too?” Cher raises a brow.
“I need some water.” I redirect my focus to pouring myself some cucumber strawberry infused water. I’m three sips in when she reappears, and I’m grateful I’ve finished swallowing, or I would have choked. It’s a bra, panty, and garter set.
The bra is a cutout with only a lace heart covering the nipple area leaving the rest of her breasts out for my visual pleasure. I try not to imagine kissing her exposed belly on my way down to her severe lack of underwear. The only thing covering her from my view is a small patch of fabric which isn’t much because the small heart cutout stops right before her slit. Yes. Definitely bare down there. The lace from her stockings stops mid-thigh. I want to remove her garter belt with my teeth.
My eyes flit to hers in time to catch the wicked tint in them. She’s toying with me.
I look forward to returning the favor.
Chapter 10
Caris
I’m still aroused. No. I’m more aroused. There’s something about the way his eyes bored into me when I was testing the lingerie… I can’t quite explain it, but it gets me going more than any other man’s touch. Our morning replays in my head for the remainder of the day.
He’d adjusted to the monkey wrench I’d thrown at him by the time I’d changed into the second set of lingerie.
“We call this one Heart Attack,” I informed him while his eyes took a second journey over my body.
“I can tell,” Emiliano’s tone had a flirty quality I’ve never heard directed towards me. “Come here,” he ordered seductively.
His light-brown eyes dared me to move. I stopped in front of him, standing in my superhero pose –hand on hips and legs parked shoulder width apart. I’d expected the same results; he would remove the items without touching me. I was wrong. I tamped down a shiver when his finger traced the skin exposed by the heart cutout. Damn. I wanted his finger to move lower.
I stopped breathing when his warm palms moved to my sides. His thumbs toyed with the bejeweled hearts resting on my sides.
“Explain the features,” he requested.
“Features?” I repeated.
“Why is this easier to remove?”
I wanted to keep his hands on me but reluctantly turned to the side. “These panties open on the side. There is a hook and eye closure on the sides under the hearts.”
“Only one?” he questioned as his finger toys with it.
“Yes.”
“I think there should be more than one to make it adjustable for the consumer.”
Not a bad idea. I glanced at Cher to make sure she took the note.
“And the garter belt?”
I turned my back to him giving him a full view of my bare ass. “It unsnaps in the back.” Emiliano sucked in a breath right before his warm hands moved up my ass. I bit my bottom lip as my eyes grew. I couldn’t believe he was touching me in any capacity. His palms on my ass far exceeded my expectations for the experiment.
Emiliano’s touch awakened my body in a way it has never been. It’s as if my body was an abandoned ghost town, and his touch was the magic needed to bring it back to life. I’d given Cher big eyes when the garter hit the floor.
“There isn’t a quicker way to remove the stockings,” I noted shakily.
Cher covered her amusement behind the notepad when my eyes rolled heavenward. Emiliano’s hand was cupping my inner thigh. My skin was hot where his hand rested, and everything tingled. I’d prayed not to pass out from want.
“It’s okay. I’d leave them on anyway,” he confessed. He stood up. His hand gripped my waist. “And the bra?”
I turned sideways and lifted my arm. “It snaps right…”
I stopped talking when he unsnapped it. He’d also found the snap on the strap. My bra joined the garter belt. His hands were gripping my sides just below my breasts. The air tickled my erect nipples. I covered them the before he could see how he affected me.
“Now, let’s get rid of these panties,” his lips were too close to my ear for comfort. I suppressed a whimper when he unsnapped one side. “Mmm. That was easy.” When he unsnapped the other side, I caught the fabric with my other hand to cover myself before it fell.
I’d moved before I begged him to take me. The rest of the removals were equally arousing. He’d fallen into his role far too easily. I’d tortured myself. The last piece was like a big ribbon. It is up to the couple to decide how they want to tie it.
I tied it on the side to rest just above my hip.
“This is called All Wrapped Up,” I told him. “It’s designed to all fall off with one tug of the bow…”
Emiliano’s teeth sunk into on the strip and he pulled. He watched as everything unraveled and slipped off my body. I didn’t cover my breasts as fast as I could’ve, but it wasn’t slow enough for him to get a good look.
I believe there was a hint of disappointment on his face when the discarded ribbon revealed a thong.
“Is the thong included?”
I smiled at the question. “No. It’s designed to leave the woman nude.”
He nodded and looked at Cher. “No notes for this one.”
Once I was fully dressed, everything was back to business as usual. He is all work and nothing personal. All the attention he’d given me dissipates into the usual. At least, we’re not bickering.
I look at my watch. Seven o’clock. I wasn’t kidding when I told him it would be a long day. I take a sip of my lemonade and push my chicken tenders aside. I can’t believe it, but I’m tired of work. Cher is long gone, and it’s Friday night.
We’d opted to stay in my office since the seating is more comfortable, and we didn’t need the projector. It’s still weird having him in my domain. I study him while he types away on his laptop. His hair isn’t as neat as usual. He’s run his fingers through it several times today. His blazer is in the chair, tie is missing, and the top buttons undone. I take a moment to imagine him stripping it all off for me.
“What?” he snaps without looking up from his laptop.
“Aren’t you tired?” I
don’t just mean work, but I’m not going to elaborate.
“I’m good. Just trying to keep your project on schedule.”
“And there isn’t some woman looking for you?”
“I thought Amy went over this last night.” He sighs like I’m dense. “I’m single and not looking.”
He flips a page on his notes as if I’m not in the room with him.
“But why aren’t you looking? Do you have a one love or no love policy?”
Emiliano breathes hard and closes his laptop. “Why do you care?”
“I’m just curious.”
“Find something else to be curious about and get the hell out of my business.”
I’m not surprised by his reaction. I know asking him is a stretch. I’d be more surprised if he’d answered me.
“Damn, she must have done a number on you,” I conclude.
“What makes you think you have the right to discuss any of this with me? Why isn’t your phone ringing? Did someone do a number on you?”
I look at him, beautiful and mean. I may never know what it’s like to have him touch me the way I want to be touched. Especially, not with him looking at me like I’m the biggest nuisance ever to walk the earth. It’s the same look I was treated to the moment he’d returned to school senior year. It hurts now like it did then. What did I do? I answer him honestly. I can’t help it.
“Yes. I still don’t know what I did wrong.”
“Probably just being your usual annoying self; prying and insulting people as you go.”
I hate his perception of me, especially since he’s the guy I’m talking about. I may not be able to change his mind about me, but I need to get him naked, so I can get over him.
“At least I dare to admit it. I don’t hide behind insults and deflection.”
Emiliano looks up from what he’s typing on his phone. “Go fuck yourself.”
We’re getting nowhere. I can’t take it anymore. I stand and move away from him. I can’t think of a better time to try. He can’t hurt me more than he already does. I’m just going to shoot my shot while he’s worked up.
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