The Blue Dress
Chapter Two: Be Professional in Red
He was going to kill her.
The woman who for weeks has haunted his orgasms was wearing yet another favorite of his - her dark red wiggle dress that, like the blue one, hugged all of her curves in all the right places. He rubbed his lips as he tried to keep his focus on the files laid out in front of them. He tried to ignore the way she was bent over as she reviewed the various papers on the desk and how tight that dress was over her glorious ass.
No! He had to be a professional. And do professional things. And not think about what she looked like naked.
But damn was it hard…
"I'm literally not seeing anything," she muttered, resting on her elbows in defeat. "Do you?"
"No," he sighed, rubbing his eyes. The image of her legs wrapped around his waist flashed behind his lids, making him pinch the bridge of his nose. "There has to be something there. A connection between all of them."
"Don't you think I know that?" she huffed, standing upright and walking to the window, looking off into the nighttime skyline. She rolled her neck with a sigh turned hum as she stood. Her hand came up to the back of her neck and massaged the tense muscles there as she breathed out.
"There's just something missing in all of this," she muttered. "We're just not seeing it."
He nodded as he took a seat in his chair at his desk and sighed, his eyes scanning over the papers.
"We've been at this for hours," he mumbled, turning his chair a little to face her. "How about we call it a night and go home? Take another crack at it tomorrow with fresh eyes."
He saw her tap her heel and roll her tongue over her teeth, a telltale sign that she was considering fighting it. But she sighed and dropped her hand from her neck with a nod.
"Yeah, I think that's best," she agreed.
"Right then," he nodded, getting the papers together and putting them back in the right folders. "See you tomorrow."
"Oh I can help you with that," she offered, walking over and picking up some of the papers.
"No, no," he argued, his eyes lingering briefly on her bosom as she bent over. "That's okay. You don't have to."
"I insist," she pushed as she collected some more files and piled them all on each other neatly.
He opened his mouth to fight it but stop short as another image of pushing that stack over and taking her from behind on the desk flashed in his mind. He grimaced at the thought and squeezed his eyes shut again, sitting back in his chair. He pressed his hand against his hardened length to hide his embarrassment.
"Are you okay?" He heard her ask, feeling her fingers clutch his bicep. The vanilla scent of her soap swirled in front of him as she came closer, not helping him blink away the images.
"Yeah," he choked out. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You don't look fine."
"Is that your way of making feel better, Ms. Raven?" He drawled out, mockingly.
"No," she answered, matter-of-factly. She sat on his desk, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. "But it is a way for me to get you to say that you're anything other than fine, Mr. Todd."
He hissed mentally, closing his eyes and looking away from her. Beautiful, smart, and cunning… What a lethal combo.
He reached a hand up to his eyes and rubbed them again, the image of her with her legs open as she played with herself, floating in his brain now.
"It's nothing," he lied as fantasy Raven tossed her head back as her fingers moved faster over her clit. "Just a headache."
"Seems to be worse than that," she replied, tilting her head at him. "You're turning red."
Her fingers dipped into her red hot and swollen womanhood, bucking into her hand as she neared her climax.
He breathed in deep and plastered a smile on his face. "I assure you, I'm okay."
She crossed her arms, her breasts pushing up a little, and looked at him skeptically. "You sure? You look really tense."
Her mouth dropped into an O shape as she pumped her fingers in and out of her. Her moans were growing more fervent and higher in pitch and she was calling his name more and more until finally she came on his desk with a scream.
He licked his lips and tried to not let his frustration show. "Mmhm… I just need some sleep. I'll be fine in the morning."
She stared him down before sighing and standing up from his desk. "Alright… If you say so."
She gathered the last bits of the papers and tucked it away in their folders before going over to get her things. He watched as her ass bounce a little with every step she made. He swallowed back his urges and looked back up at her when she turned around.
"I have a few meetings tomorrow and then an early lunch with a client so I won't be able to come in until after 1," she informed him, slinging her purse over her arm and clutching her books to her chest. "Meet you here after then?"
He nodded and waved her off. "I'll be here."
She nodded her head curtly and turned for the door. "Get some sleep, Mr. Todd."
He nodded as his eyes lingered at the door where she left until he could no longer hear her footfalls. He sighed loudly and fell back in his chair. He lifted his hand from off of his hard-as-steel erection and groaned.
He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't work this case with her on it. Not when all he could think of was how it felt to be inside her. Not when he had to excuse himself almost everyday to wank off to the image of her in the bathroom.
No… The only way he could get back to working professionally was to end this.