“You’re outlandish! Why would I agree to that?”
“I’ll bribe you.”
“With what?”
“I don’t know. Think of something you want, I’ll bribe you, you’ll take the bet, and become my Hallmark watching buddy for the Christmas season.” She handed back the puppy so she could rub her hands together like a cartoon villain.
I settled the puppy in my lap, leaned back, folding my arms and reveling in my power. She really wanted me to watch Hallmark movies with her, I could tell. I’d have done it for free, but I couldn’t pass up this chance. I knew just what I wanted.
“It would have to be something really good,” I warned her. “The bribe, I mean.”
She made a bring it on gesture at me with both hands. “Whatcha got, tall boy?”
“No, no, no. Don’t call me that. You got away with it in bed, but it is not going to become a habit. Something sweet, remember?”
“Whatcha got, muffin?”
I smiled smugly at her. “You have to wear that French maid teddy for me for an entire working day.”
She leveled a flat stare at me. “Do you even notice how many people come through your property on any given day? Today alone there’s the gardener, the pool guy, your housekeeper, a small construction crew for the work you’re having done on that guest house, and I have to deal with all of them. Do you even know what goes on around here?”
I hadn’t thought that deeply into it. I hadn’t thought beyond fucking her in that getup on every flat surface in both of our offices and the kitchen, probably.
Also lately I’d been so wrapped up in her that I barely peeked out for anything important, let alone to notice what was going on about the house. “Only vaguely,” I replied. “Why would I? I have you.” I paused. “You may wear a robe when dealing with others. Problem solved.”
Her brows shot up. “You know that teddy is crotchless, right?”
I was almost panting. I put the puppy on the floor and motioned her to come to me by holding my arms out like she was a child. “I forgot,” I told her, letting my arms fall when she ignored them. “Go put it on and show me.”
Much to my delight, the unpredictable little gem did it.
She rolled her eyes and called me a sex fiend, but she fucking did it.
I didn’t realize that’s what was happening until sometime later when she appeared in my doorway in the mesmerizing getup. She was even wearing heels, real ones, the spiky kind.
I studied her more. Her hair was down and tousled, bedroom style. She even had on a hint of makeup, mascara making her gorgeous doe eyes even deeper to drown in, her lips shiny and pink.
I didn’t say anything for a good five minutes, and she just stood in the doorway, shoulder leaned against the doorframe, hand perched on her hip sassily, and let me.
It was a treat. I saved the contested part of the teddy for my final perusal, studying the missing crotch of the garment. It was hard to see the finer details from across the room.
I crooked a finger at her. She tried to strut to me, but it was clunky, a bit clumsy, in the heels. That was so adorable to me that I could barely sit still and let her come all the way to my chair. I wanted to pounce.
When she got closer I started to reach for her, but she wagged a finger me.
“No touching before lunch. There have to be some rules in this circus of an office.”
I was looking at her cute little sex, exposed by the lack of material. “Define lunch,” I said succinctly, looked up at her, and ran my tongue over my teeth.
She walked away. “Something that happens at noon,” were her retreating words.
It took me fifteen seconds to follow her into her office.
She was already sitting down in that getup and looked to be working like normal.
I studied her desk, moved to it. She had a few things situated in the space underneath it that blocked my view. I moved them, went to the sofa I’d bought for her (so I could comfortably harass her more often), and checked the angle. After a beat, I dragged the low couch to within a few feet of the desk.
She caught what I was doing and started laughing. “As long as you get your word count, I guess.”
I smiled at her fondly and left to get my laptop.
I worked there for a few hours with a perfect view, only occasionally having to ask her to open her legs a bit when she slipped up and shifted them closed.
“You’ve turned sexual harassment into an art form,” she mused.
I pretended that was a compliment. “Why, thank you. You’re too kind.”
“How’s your productivity level?”
“Hmm?” I asked, just staring at her. I licked my lips. “Open up a bit, cupcake.”
She parted her legs for me.
“You’re so surprisingly cooperative sometimes,” I told her with great affection. “It’s really a treat. Will you touch yourself?”
“After lunch, perhaps. For now you just get to look.”
“I’d just be looking if it was you touching yourself,” I pointed out. “But fine. Open wider and drape your leg over the arm of your chair.”
She did it, and I broke out in a hard sweat.
I pulled off my shirt and took out my dick. I was in a state.
“Put away the live ammo there, muffin,” she remarked like we were having tea.
I put my errant cock away, but it wasn’t easy.
It didn’t look all that comfortable, but she managed to keep her leg draped like that while she worked. I deeply appreciated the effort.
I wanted to say something nice to her. “Thank you for last night. You were… you felt… better than anything. I sincerely enjoy being with you.” I thought it was a good effort. Feelings and expressing them weren’t my best thing when my dick wasn’t directly, literally involved.
She aimed soft, tender eyes my way but what she said was, “You’re not going to change my mind about waiting for lunch, you horny heathen.”
I threw my head back and laughed.
At noon sharp, I found her in the kitchen. She was wearing a robe, chatting with our lovely, wonderful housekeeper, Penny, who I suddenly wanted to kick out on the spot.
Penny was a delight, and today was no exception. No, it was not at all her fault that I wanted to gnash my teeth and howl.
She was making us ham and cheese croissants and even baking cookies. They were peanut butter with chocolate chips. Ro’s favorite, of course. Penny was nearly as smitten with her as I was, and that was saying a lot.
As though she read my mind, Penny beamed at me and said, “Well, I’ve got to run. Just pull everything out of the oven when the timer goes off.”
I almost hugged her, instead restraining myself by smiling at her and wishing her a good day.
I stared at Ro when we were alone. “It’s past noon,” I told her. “Robe off.”
She dropped it on the floor like it was on fire.
I laughed.
Her random acts of obedience never stopped entertaining me.
I nodded at the counter. “Park your perfect little butt up there and open your legs.”
She obeyed again, watching me all the while. Her eyes were calm. She was not as desperate as I was, but she would be.
I moved between her legs and parted the two bits of teasing fabric between her legs. I sank two fingers in and moaned.