Free Yielding for Him by Lauren Fraser Page B

do to convince you?”
    Lisa toyed with the chain of her necklace, drawing his eyes yet again. She was good, he’d give her that. But he could be better.
    “I don’t know. You’re a creative woman, I’m sure you can think of something.”
    She trailed her fingers down the collar of her shirt, spreading the fabric open. He could fully see the scalloped edge of her blue bra. Jesus, she was wearing that set.
    “I seem to remember you saying you had a little office fantasy that you had yet to live out.” She stood up and traced her hand along the desk. Her fingernails followed the pattern in the grain. “The problem is you had a few options. I think you might have to help me decide. I’m torn between the blow job or letting you fuck me on your desk.”
    It all sounded good to him. Donovan pushed his chair away from the desk. “Why don’t we start with the blow job and work from there.”
    She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. This was a woman who knew how powerful she was and there was nothing sweeter than seeing her surrender some of that control to him.
    Time to reel her in. “This is kind of a big favour, Lis, so I think to really make it up to me you need to be naked.”
    She stumbled in her step and eyed the floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk. His office took up the entire top floor of the building. It put them higher than most of the other offices downtown and with the reflective glass no one would be able to see in. Clearly Lisa had forgotten about that last part. Her mouth gaped open as she looked at him then at the buildings across from them.
    “Naked? But…”
    “You want this or not?”
    “Oh,” she growled. “You can be a real jerk you know that?”
    He chuckled. “Yeah, I can, but we both know this isn’t one of those times.” He rolled his chair so he was facing the windows fully. From this view if he looked down slightly, he could see directly into several offices across from him. He couldn’t make out who any of the people were, which was perfect. He was at work after all. And if Lisa could fully see them she might be too worried about them knowing who she was and it might put a damper on the fantasy.
    His dick flexed against his fly again. “Tell me the idea of those guys over there sitting at their desks watching you doesn’t make you hot.” The fact that they wouldn’t be able to see was beside the point, the illusion was there and that was what mattered.
    Lisa’s nipples poked against the fabric of her blouse, making her arousal visible. Their kinks were the same. It was part of what made them so great together. She always tried to deny it but the dampness in her panties always gave it away.
    Without saying a word, she undid her blouse and set it on the edge of his desk, her fitted skirt followed suit. Clad in only the blue bra and panties he’d bought her and an insanely high pair of high heels she looked hotter than hell.
    Lisa ran her fingers along the top of her bra and smiled at him as she pushed down the fabric. Her breasts popped over the top. The underwire pushed her breasts up, leaving them beautifully on display. Like a gift, an offering. Her ripe full nipples like the cherry on top of the cake. It made him damn hungry.
    “Come here,” he demanded.
    Lisa dropped to her knees in front of him. She trailed her hand up his thigh and rubbed his cock through his pants. He bit back a groan. Needing Lisa to get lost in the fantasy, he pretended that anyone looking could see them. His dick throbbed painfully. He was already on edge and she’d barely touched him. Even though he was at work, he really wished the glass was clear and people could see them. See how sexy she was. What he had. He’d worked damn hard to own the top floor and selfishly he loved showing that off a bit. Proving to everyone who doubted him growing up that he did make something of himself—more than anyone, including himself, had ever imagined.
    Lisa put her head on his