Chapter 17
Juliet
I smiled to myself as I sat bare-assed in my plush desk chair, sliding my hot pink thong up my legs and securing it under my skirt until the waistband caught on my hips.
The Ass Skirt.
I had made the bold decision to wear it today, along with The Boob Shirt.
It had been weeks of darkened glances and innuendoes with Chester.
It was fun, but the ache I had for him was growing, and I thought if anything were to move this thing between us along, it would be these two garments of clothing together.
The look on his face just now proved that the combination was lethal.
When he had the idea of having me serve food, I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted or pleased that he was living out some fantasy in his head and that I got to be a part of it.
If he wanted to make a power play and have me play waitress for the day, then I would show him just how much power I had too.
The power of boobs and ass. He hadn’t been the only one to notice, but he was the only one I cared about.
I ignored the glances from the other men in the office and the snide looks from the women.
The only look I wanted was from Chester.
It had been worth parading around all morning.
Seeing his mouth open partly as he sucked in a shallow breath when I walked in with a trayful of food and a shirt full of boob.
His eyes roamed up every inch of my body and the heat that rose in my core had me clamping my thighs together.
I was sure I had seen him squirm in his desk chair in front of a potential business partner.
It was everything. It was a power play, and I was in charge.
At my desk, I lingered longer than I needed to.
There was nothing I needed to do. All of his meetings were scheduled and his reminder alerts scheduled.
I looked around the office for any sort of task to do, but there was nothing.
As I packed up my things to go home, I realized I didn’t want to leave and go home early, even though that was part of the deal.
That meant I would have less time with him.
Less longing glances. Less sexy comments.
Less opportunities to accidentally brush against him, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin.
I wanted to stay and see just how far I could push him.
A lot could happen in the privacy of his office.
It was wildly inappropriate. I couldn’t believe I had become this version of myself. A version I had never known before, but was having fun exploring. Only because of Chester. He made me this way. He made me crazy. He made me insatiable.
I didn’t know if any of this would go anywhere.
Again.
I didn’t know if it would go anywhere again.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The club.
The limo. His apartment. All of the memories of us swirled together in a constant loop inside my head.
A playlist of moans and groans and mind-blowing orgasms. I was borderline obsessed, but could I really help it?
I had never experienced anything as good as the man who sat across the hall.
As I straightened my desk one final time, stalling a little longer, I looked out my open door and through Chester’s office window to find his eyes already on me.
It felt like my breath caught in my throat.
Mr. Craddock sat with his back turned to me, deep in conversation judging by the way he moved his hands animatedly.
With Chester’s attention and the hallway between us clear, I nudged a pen off my desk with my hand.
I slowly bent over to get it, giving him a full view of my ass in my hot pink thong, before standing upright.
When I turned for the door, he was loosening his tie around his neck and his cheeks were slightly flushed.
The poor fool talking to him didn’t know that what he was saying was probably going in one ear and out the other.
I flashed Chester a satisfied smile before walking past his office, leaving him with the regret of saying I could go home early.
I chose to get a cab home, not wanting the entire city to see just how skimpy this outfit was.
On the ride home, I ignored the glances I received through the rearview mirror, and thought about Chester.
The way his smile made me giddy. The way his soft chuckle rumbled through me.
The way his body moved in his suit made me want to toss my legs open and reel him in like a freaking fishing rod.
And speaking of rods…
His was mind-numbingly huge and he knew exactly how to work it. It was unfair that I had a taste of how good the sex was and was now left without it. Without it, I was forced to find other ways to douse this fire that grew inside me.
Inside my apartment, I peeled off what few clothes I had and tossed them on the floor on my way to the bathroom.
I turned the faucet on, running my hand under the water until it was the right temperature.
I poured in a bubble bath, the bubbles sprouting up like flowers in a field of white daisies.
As I ran a bath, I realized I hadn’t even consciously made the decision to strip down and take a soak.
My body was calling the shots because it needed one thing: Release.
When the tub was nearly full, I turned the tap off and stepped inside the delicious hot water that was topped with lavender scented bubbles.
I sank into the water and let it wash over me in soft waves as I let out a relaxed sigh.
The tension in my muscles began to melt away as I leaned my head back against the curved lip of the tub.
I closed my eyes for a moment, picturing Chester’s face in my mind.
But it wasn’t enough to just imagine him.
I reached for my phone on the fluffy bathroom rug next to me and carefully navigated it to the search bar where I typed in Chester Brandfield.
His face popped up several times, giving me options, as if they all weren’t drop-dead sexy.
I scrolled through them, studying them all, until I settled on one from a gossip magazine where he was slightly smirking, wearing an all-black suit on the red carpet.
I made sure I wasn’t livestreaming (again), closed all the other apps, and propped the phone up on the lip of the tub against the white subway tile.
My hand slipped below the surface of the water and met my bare skin.
I ran my fingers up my thighs, slick with the warm water and aromatic soap, teasing myself as I stared at the smirk on Chester’s lips glowing on the screen.
I imagined it was his hand, slightly rough with callouses that caught on my skin, as it roamed between my legs.
Torturously slow, my palm dragged up my inner thigh and past the crook of my groin to where my fingers met the top of my slit.
I peeled back my lips to expose my swollen and ready clit.
I ran the tips of my fingers over it softly at first, my back hitching as my head pressed against the back of the tub.
I swirled them around once more before applying more pressure.
I let out a low moan as I continued to massage myself, feeling myself growing slick in the water that surrounded me.
With my free hand, while still staring at my phone and Chester’s brown eyes on me as if he was there watching, I reached up and cupped my breast. I squeezed it softly, beginning to massage it in sync with the hand massaging my clit.
I imagined Chester’s lips on my nipple as he sucked.
Letting out another moan, my body squirmed in the water, causing the water to lap up the sides of the tub.
I jutted my hips upward, desperate for more pressure, as if I wasn’t the one in control.
I began moving my fingers with more vigor, my pressure and speed increasing as I circled around the throbbing pleasure point.
With my other hand on my breast, I pinched my nipple, giving it a little pull as I remembered his teeth encasing it.
As waves of pleasure began to roll through me, my hips came up to meet each one.
“Oooh,” I murmured softly.
I spread my legs further, until my feet were positioned on either side of the tub.
I moved my hand lower until my fingers met my opening.
Dipping a finger inside, I felt the warmth of my lust coating me as I curled it into myself in a slow, delicious stroke.
I shuddered at the feeling. Needing more, knowing how deep inside Chester had pushed into me with his throbbing cock, I dipped another finger inside.
I began moving faster, my wrist jutting forward and back as my fingers explored different strokes and speeds.
My toes curled against the porcelain of the tub.
I continued circling my nipple with my other hand, pinching and pulling it every so often when a wave of pleasure was at its peak.
With my fingers plunging in, the sounds of squelching water danced with the sounds of my moans escaping my throat.
I pressed the palm of my hand against my clit, moving in sync with my fingers.
My body began to thrash in the tub, splashing water over the sides as I tried to keep myself upright.
Keeping an eye on that sexy face, I let out loud, repetitive “Ohs” as the pleasure took over my body, my muscles losing control.
My feet pressed against the tub to steady myself as an orgasm ripped through me, making my entire body shake.
“Yes!” I cried out as my core was rocked by the pleasure, only shutting my eyes to feel the wave of it crashing down on me. Wishing Chester’s cock was buried deep inside me, releasing at the same time, his sweet cum filling me.
As the orgasm passed, I smiled blissfully as I tilted my head up toward the ceiling.
I was completely spent. I lay there for a long time, reveling in the feeling of complete relaxation and contentment.
I debated texting Chester and telling him what I just did, but it was only 2 p.m., and he was still at work, and I had probably pushed enough boundaries for the day.
Maybe being sent home early wasn’t too bad after all.
Coming out of my blissful coma, I began draining the water and quickly turned on the overhead shower to rinse off.
Once clean, I dried off with a soft, freshly washed towel and pulled on a pair of pajamas.
It was strange to be in the comfort of my apartment in bedtime clothes mid-day, but I figured I should enjoy it.
I had been working hard. When I wasn’t teasing Chester, he really did keep me busy.
It wasn’t out of this world to imagine why his last personal assistant up and left him.
His particulars and demands were slightly incessant, and I found it hard to keep up at first. It wasn’t until a few weeks in that I felt like I had gotten to know him enough as my boss, and how best to navigate being his personal assistant.
And we had slept together. He might have even been going easy on me. I deserved an afternoon like this.
I meandered out to the living room and sunk into the couch, grabbing the remote and flipping on the TV to a chick flick that was already halfway through.
I had already seen it, so I didn’t mind jumping into it.
I didn’t know if it was me coming down from a high of a pleasure-filled bath or what, but I couldn’t help but imagine Chester and me as the main characters.
It wasn’t far off. They were both employees at different companies, trying to navigate their feelings for each other as their companies faced off in corporate competition.
It was the typical cheesy rom-com. Highly predictable.
Highly unrealistic. It was stupid of me to even entertain the idea that Chester and I could have something like what was playing out on screen.
I hardly knew the guy, aside from the one lunch we had had together where he told me a little bit about him growing up.
Ever since then, the only thing we talked about was business with the occasional suggestive comment or text.
There wasn’t really romance there. I wondered if it could ever get to that point.
I shook my head.
“You haven’t even kissed him again and you’re thinking about relationships,” I muttered to myself. “Idiot.”
I reached for the remote and shut the TV off, not wanting to think about it anymore. Whatever this thing was with Chester was just fun. Casual. Maybe it wouldn’t ever be anything again, despite how fun it was imagining it. I should just enjoy it for what it was. A game.
And after today, it felt like I was winning.