Chapter 8

But he’s definitely not finished.

He sits down in my plush leather chair and arranges me effortlessly so that I’m straddling him. I can feel his cock pressing hard through the material of his pants against me.

He starts to unzip his fly.

“Wait,” I say.

He stops and looks at me. I can tell he’s annoyed.

“I want to see your body,” I whisper.

The intent look turns to a grin, and he nods.

I undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. God, he’s fucking gorgeous. Incredible chest… pronounced muscles… washboard abs. I want to see his arms – his biceps are so big they’re straining against his sleeves – but he seems impatient, and I don’t want to make him shuck off his jacket.

I let my fingers trail lightly down his massive pecs, through the light scattering of hair on his chest. I touch his hard, small nipples… then move down to his abs, which feel like they’re carved out of wood under the skin.

He grunts as I unbuckle his belt, unzip him, and reach in and free his cock.

Oh God.

I didn’t get to see