Book two: Fucking my sister's husband

Chapter one

The door to Damien's office creaked shut behind me, and I took a deep breath, cursing myself quietly for what I was about to do.

I had been planning this moment for weeks, ever since I started working for him.

Damien was my sister's husband, but that didn't stop the way my body reacted to him. I wanted him, and I was determined to have him.

I walked over to his desk, Damien looked up from his papers, his eyes meeting mine.

He leaned back in his chair, a deadly smirk resting on his lips. "Emma, what can I do for you?" he asked, his voice was deep and seductive... let's say to me.

I set the coffee cup I was holding down on his desk, making sure it was within easy reach.

"I just wanted to bring you some coffee," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "I thought you might need a break."

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving mine. "How thoughtful of you. But I'm actually quite busy..."

Before he could finish, I deliberately knocked the coffee cup over, spilling hot liquid all over his shirt and pants. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, feigning surprise.

I grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on his desk and started dabbing at the stain, my hands brushing against his chest.

Damien's eyes narrowed, but he didn't push me away. "Emma, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice was low and dangerous.

I looked up at him through my lashes, a smile playing on my lips. "I'm just trying to help," I said, my voice gentle and inviting.

I was doing this because I had a clash with my sister, this was the only way I could revenge, fucking her husband while she stays lonely at home.

That was just an excuse not to feel guilty, I knew I had been fucking Damien in my dreams.

I leaned in closer, my breasts pressing against his arm as I continued to dab at the stain.

"I'm so sorry sir, I wouldn't have brought coffee if I knew it would spill and stain your shirt" I tried to guilt trip him.

I could feel his breath on my face, and I knew he could see through my blouse, where my cleavage was on full display.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my waist, pulling me closer. "You're playing a dangerous game, Emma," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I thought he would decline, that means he has thoughts about me...I mean who wouldn't? I'm busty and very beautiful.

I stood up, my knees brushing against the edge of his desk. I leaned forward, my hands resting on the wood, and I could feel his eyes on my body.

"You caught on my game so quickly, I wasn't expecting that" I smiled, that kind that would make any man sin.

I rolled my skirt up, exposing more of my thighs, and I knew he could see the lacy edge of my thong.

I didn't want to waste anytime because I could feel my liquid roll down my thighs.

I shifted my weight, making sure my breasts bounced with the movement, and I heard his deep intake of breath.

"Is this dangerous enough for you?" I asked, my voice was barely a whisper. I ran a finger along my collarbone, tracing the swell of my breasts. "Or do you need a closer look?"

Damien's eyes darkened, and he stood up, his chair rolling back with a gentle thud.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against the skin of my thigh, sending electric sparks through my body. "You're a tease, Emma," he said gently. "But I like it."

I stepped back and I leaned arching my spine and pushing my breasts out, knowing he had a perfect view of my cleavage. "I'm not teasing, Damien," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I want you. I want you to see me, to touch me, to take me right here on this desk."

"I'm your sister's husband" he tried to reason but I pulled him closer and made my breast bounced again.

His eyes roamed over my body, "Your lips," he said, his voice a growl. "That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy."

That was what I wanted, to drive him crazy and make him do nasty things to me.

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, smudging the lipstick slightly. "Do you want to taste it?" I asked.

Damien stepped closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his muscles, and I knew he could feel the softness of my curves. "I want to taste every inch of you," he said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Then take me," I whispered against his ear. "Take me right here, right now."

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath.

"Emma," he growled, his voice a warning. "You're playing with fire."

I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "Then burn me, Damien," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Burn me until I'm nothing but ashes in your arms."

And with that, I knew I had him. I knew he would take me, right here on his desk, and I would give him everything I had.

I would show him just how much I wanted him, how much I needed him, and I would enjoy every second of it.

Damien's hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer. I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath.

With a sudden movement, he spun me around and pushed me back onto the desk. My legs parted, and one knee rested on the edge of the table, exposing myself to him. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line.

He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch.

His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place.

My pussy.

His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire.

I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Damien's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my blouse.

I could feel my nipples hardening, aching for his touch. He trailed kisses up my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before moving higher.

He pushed my blouse aside, exposing my bra. With a swift movement, he unclasped it, freeing my breasts.

His mouth captured one nipple, sucking it while his hand played with the other.

I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo.

His tongue swirled around my nipple, sending electric sparks through my body. I could feel the wetness between my legs, they ache for more of his touch.

Damien's hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair, urging him to take more. He complied, his mouth moving to my other breast, his tongue and teeth working in sync to drive me wild. I moaned his name, my body trembling with need.

Damien's hands moved to my thighs, spreading them wider, giving him better access.

His fingers found my clit, rubbing and circling, sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came in his arms.

I sighed and smiled at him, I could see that smug smile resting perfectly on his face.

I urged him to continue, my body still wanted him. He continued to suck my breasts, his hands roaming my body, keeping me on the brink of ecstasy.

I knew I was his plaything tonight, completely and utterly, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Damien pulled me to my feet, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

I looked back at him over my shoulder, my eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Damien," I cried out, my voice breathy and needy. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."