Dreadful Desire

Chapter 6

Previously ... He smiles, "I didn't mean to scare you. Do you like the office?" He asks in a seductive voice that makes me want to wrap my legs around his face. I smile a huge smile, "It's absolutely beautiful. The view too."

"I agree," he says as he stares at me never once looking at the window. I blink repeatedly, did he just flirt with me?

I feel an urge deep down that needs to be satisfied but I contain myself by squeezing my legs together and adjusting myself in my seat. This ache in me is growing and I need a release.

He sees my legs clench, his jaw twitches while looking at me with hooded eyes. Am I seeing him right? Is he looking at me with ... desire?

I get nervous and blush once again as he walks towards me, closing the door behind him.

I gulp as he strides towards me, my chest pulsing with each step he takes. I take in the image of the scrumptious man walking towards me, analyzing every lickable part of him. Watching him, like a lion watching its prey before it attacks. 

His dark blue suit fits his body so well. I can see his muscles move under his clothes as he walks towards the desk. His inked hands spill from the sleeves of his jacket displaying the bewitching art, making his hands look like they have their own story to tell. The colorful shirt underneath is hardly seen but accentuates the features of the tattoo on his neck. It looks like some sort of flower that's blossoming his face. His face, a strong jaw, those irresistible lips, his enchanting eyes and just the face of a god. His face is so much more stronger without the beard he had last week.  This man would make any woman's panties soaking wet just by being near her.