MR. Thompson (2)

Chapter 2

Picking my leg up, I hooked my knee around the arm of the chair and opened my legs. I pulled my thong to the side and leaned my head back allowing the cool conditioned air to hit my bare pussy. My fingers maneuvered down over my breasts as my nipples hardened at the thought of being exposed like I was. I cascaded them down my stomach and across my pussy, now excited with arousal. They played around the outside teasing my clit as it swelled and craved more touch. My breathing intensified when my arousal swirled inside me with a lazy cloud of pleasure. I leaned back and arched my back away from the seat, turning my head so the cool leather touched my cheek, my fingers sliding inside me and my thumb twirling around my clit.

I rocked my hips back and forth on the chair waiting for my orgasm to surround me when the door opened.

I jumped forward, able to correct my posture and throw a file open before someone walked inside. I buried my eyes into the material in front of me expecting to see a cleaning person with supplies in hand. When I noticed it was Mr. Thompson I froze.

This was my opportunity. Finally, after all these weeks of working there, I had what I wanted right in front of me, and I couldn’t seem to utter a word. My panties were still pulled to the side, and my dress was still up to my waist, even though it was covering most of my incriminating parts.

“Miss Jenkins,” he said without surprise. “I trust you are working hard on the Furlong contracts?”

“Yes, sir,” I squeaked, tucking my dress down underneath me. I grabbed a pen and put it to my mouth, smelling myself on my fingers.

“Do you mind?” he asked, casting an open hand toward me.

“Sir?”

“May I sit at my desk?”

I jumped up and shook my hips from side to side as my dress fell into position. I stood on the side of him as he looked at the files with no changes to the paperwork.

“I suppose there would have been some actual work done here if you hadn’t have been playing with yourself at my desk, am I right?”

When he turned to me and looked me directly into my eyes, I should have been embarrassed. I should have wanted to shrink out of sight, but the mere thought that he caught me fueled me.

“I suppose you’re right, but look at this office. Can you blame a woman for wanting such luxury against her bare skin?”

“I suppose not.”

“I guess I just got lost in thought.”

“Oh?”

He stood up very close to me and towered over me. He smelled so fucking good I wanted to push him down in his chair and straddle him.

“Yeah. I sort of have this crush on someone, and it makes my mind wander.”

“Can I, perhaps, help with your little problem?”

I felt his hand touch the small of my back and it pushed a sensation through me.

“I don’t think so, Mr. Thompson.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing the side of my face and I felt a shiver run down my arms.

“Call me Robert or sir.”

“Well… sir.” I forced a smile. “I’ll tell her when the time is right.”

I enjoyed watching his face contort with disappointment.

“Her?”

“Camille? She has this sex appeal about her, don’t you think?” I leaned in toward him and inhaled him.

He nodded and sat back down but never stopped watching me.

“I should go,” I cooed. I had his attention, and his jealousy and I was going to use it to the best of my ability.

He didn’t try to stop me, and that told me this was going to be a game; one that he wanted to control, but wouldn’t be able to.

It was fun playing cat and mouse with Robert over the next few weeks. The way he flirted with me and tried indirectly to ask me to meet up with him kept my fire going. I found myself masturbating in the bathroom, in my office after hours, in the corner of a coffee shop, underneath my coat on the subway. I couldn’t seem to get enough.

When my promotion came, a lot of it was because of the job I did and the asset I had become, but the direction of my promotion was all sexually driven. I was promoted up to CEO’s assistant executive, and since the CEO was Robert, I knew I was getting close to my conquest. My office was moved to the top floor across from his and my hours grew longer. We worked together on several occasions through dinner with so much sexual tension between us, a swipe of a finger across the most intimate of spots would have caused an orgasm, but neither of us would cave.

I changed a few things after doing some investigation into what drove Robert crazy, and I started wearing more appropriate clothing for the position I was playing.

“You changed your perfume,” he said as he inhaled the air around me.

“I hope it’s okay.”

“It’s my favorite, actually.”

“Hmm, what a coincidence,” I giggled. “I must be doing something right.”

“I’d say you’re doing everything right.” He walked up behind me and put his hands on my hips. “I can’t take this much longer, Olivia.”

“Take what?” I asked innocently.

The truth was, I had planned on toying with him to satisfy my own agenda, but he was more alluring than I had anticipated. I closed my eyes and took a big breath to calm my adrenaline.

“Working this close to you. You have to feel the power, the desire between us.”

I turned around and looked up at him. “So it isn’t just me?”

His hands on my arms almost disintegrated me. “No. I have wanted you since you started here.”

“You’re married,” I whispered, putting my head down. “And I’m….”

“Gorgeous, intoxicating, irresistible.”

“A virgin,” I said, turning back around.

“I know. Honestly, it is one of the things that draws me to you, your innocence and purity.”

“I can’t just be one of your conquests, Robert.”

“And you won’t be. I can take care of you.”

“You won’t leave your wife for me. I could never ask you to anyway.”

“I wouldn’t rule it out. I haven’t been with anyone, including my wife for the past two months. I can’t stop thinking about you, Olivia. And I can’t go on pretending we can work together and keep things strictly professional. I ache for you.”

“I don’t know.”

“I know your sexual appetite. I’ve caught you more than once. I’ve smelled your sex on you when you’re close to me. I have that same drive. I’m tired of what I have been doing. I want more. I want you.”