distance he settles in and now he's in contact with me, from my shoulder down to my ankle. I draw in a breath between my teeth.
We are way too close. Much closer than any boss should be to a potential employee during an interview. And both of us are half-naked in the sweltering Las Vegas heat.
Suddenly my body is shivering from the blowing AC and sweating from the closeness of his body at the same time. His shoulders squeeze between me and the edge of his side of the couch, and then he grabs the remote out of my hand, brushing his fingers across my bare thigh.
I gasp a little.
"Sorry, didn't mean to feel ya up, Signy. I've never done an interview with a beautiful woman in a halter top and Daisy Dukes before. This is a first for me."
He smiles coyly at me and I just shake my head. "You have no shirt on, Mr. Marzano. I'd not be talking about my inappropriate choice of clothing if I were you."
"Oh, I don't think your clothes are inappropriate in the least. I love them, actually."
I sneer, I bet he does.
"And I'm sure you're appreciative of my goods as well?"
I try my hardest not to glance down at said goods. "Just get on with it."
He looks me right in the eye as he flips the flat screen on across from us. Moaning and screams of sexual delight fill the cab and he adjusts the volume a little so I can hear him over the vocalizations and groaning. "This is my last case with the Santa Fe PD. I was investigating a high class prostitution ring."
"Do you like it hard, baby?" The man in screen asks the girl. She emphatically shakes her head as he stuffs his cock down her throat. She opens up and takes him and then bobs back and forth, sending the guy into a string of expletives as he fucks her in the mouth.
My nipples gather up into stiff points again and I'm having a hard time removing my eyes from the scene, but eventually I make my way back over to Aden and smile weakly.
"They're quite fun to watch," he says.
I glance down at the growing bulge in his pants.
"You brought me down here to watch porn with you?"
He stretches his legs out, making his cock rub against his tight jeans, and then drapes his arm over the back of the love seat, brushing past my ponytail and briefly flitting his fingertips across my exposed neck.
"It's my portfolio, Signy. I'm a professional."
I point to his dick. "Yeah, that's real professional."
"Hey, I'm a man, I can't help it. When I see two beautiful people going at it, I get excited. Don't you?"
I snort. "Uh, no. I'm not in the least turned on." I nod my head to emphasize my point then fold my arms across my chest.
"Well, Signy, I might believe that if your nipples weren't standing up like soldiers down there." And then he actually takes my hand and pushes it down to my bare thigh, clasping mine tightly so I can't cover myself again. And because my hands are so much smaller than his, he's practically grabbing me between the legs as well.
He caresses me softly as he waits for my reaction.
"It's cold in here." I say weakly. It sorta is, I mean, the AC is blowing right at me now.
He leans in towards my face as his hand on my thigh slides up to the v between my legs and his thumb traces a slow circle, pushing in with a slight pressure. Even through the denim this sets off sparks of heat and lust. I moan a little before I can stop myself and then I grab his hand with force and remove it from my private parts. "That is completely inappropriate, Mr. Marzano." I mean it to sound authoritative, but it comes out more like a plea. A plea to keep going.
Oh my God! What the hell is happening?
When I look back over to him his face is very close and coming closer.
"What are you doing?" I ask breathless and panting.
"I'm trying to get you horny, Signy. If these two aren't doing it for you, I have another portfolio piece I can put on." He closes the distance between us and his lips touch mine. At first I don't respond, but I don't push him away either. And then his mouth opens and his tongue slips
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