The Black Shirt

Kristine didn’t know what it was exactly, but there was something about a man in a black dress shirt and dark jeans that turned her on, and he knew it. So here she stood, watching Ben sit in his brown leather chair, his head leaned back in relaxation, his lips slightly parted, begging for kisses. His long fingers were wrapped around a whiskey glass. Oh, the thought of those fingers touching her skin was already setting her on fire. He brought the glass to his mouth, and she felt her knees grow weak as she watched him take a sip. She grew slightly jealous of the amber liquid that coated his tongue. She was already so turned on that she wanted to ravish him, and Ben hadn’t even sensed her presence in the room yet. She both loved and hated the effect he had on her.

As the Paolo Nutini song came out of his surround sound speakers, she allowed her eyes to take in all of him, enjoying the view he was giving her. Kristine’s gaze trailed down his neck to his broad shoulders and that black shirt that hugged him in all the right places. The top few buttons were purposefully left unbuttoned, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing the muscles and veins in his forearms. She swallowed hard and slowly before making her way over to him, crossing one of her long legs over the other as she seductively swayed, feeling her confidence grow with each step, something only he could bring out of her. As she moved, her gaze trailed down his torso to his legs, his jeans fit him very well, and she found herself yearning to see him from behind. Kristine had never wanted a man more than she wanted Ben at that moment. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine she had earlier, the sight of the gorgeous man spread out in front of her, or the sound of the slow funk music filling the air, but her confidence spiked to its peak.

Typically, Kristine submitted to him. She would allow him to push her to the edges of ecstasy she never deemed possible, but tonight Kristine wanted control. She wanted to let him know how much she desired him and fantasized about him beneath her, writhing in pleasure, looking up at her with desire and love, her name falling from his lips as she took him to the edge. She walked up behind him and started massaging his shoulders.

“Rough day?” She asked as she lightly ghosted her lips across his ear.

“Mmm, better now,” Ben whispered his response, his eyes still closed and a smirk plastered on his face.

“I love that sexy smirk. It makes me want to do bad things with you,” Karmen retorted.

Ben turned his head toward her and opened his eyes for the first time since she entered the room. He raised an eyebrow at her but kept the smirk on his face. “I love it when you let the tigress out to play,” Ben growled.

“Yes, well,” Kristine paused, licking her lips while her gaze flickered between his eyes and his lips. She moved around the chair, trailing her fingers around the back of his neck and shoulders before stopping right in front of him. Kristine straddled his lap and got as close to his lips as she could without touching them before continuing. “Tonight, my darling Ben, I’m going to thank you for making me feel like the sexiest woman alive, and I want you to know just how badly I want you.”

He licked his lips in anticipation, and the sight released the dam in her. She grabbed the lapels of his shirt and brought his mouth to hers, kissing him with so much desire and passion it made him dizzy with lust. He was used to being the dominant one. Pleasing her was an honor to him, one he wouldn’t dare take for granted, but who was he to deny her of her wishes? If Kristine wanted control tonight, he would gladly hand it over to her. He was a gentleman, after all.

“I know you know how much I love you in this black shirt,” she said as she unbuttoned it. “I think you intentionally wanted to turn me on while I met you and your business partners for lunch, knowing I couldn’t touch you. Teasing isn’t very nice, Ben,” Kristine purred as she ran her hands along his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“You’re what?” She asked as she cupped his denim-clad crotch and kissed his neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Ben moaned. His pleading eyes looked to hers for forgiveness.

She kissed him again, this time a little more chastely, before standing up, finishing his glass of whiskey in one swig, and turning on her heel. Kristine stopped at the door frame and looked back over her shoulder at him.

“Maybe you’ll remember that next time you decide to tease me in public. Now get dressed. Amanda and Bryan are coming over for dinner.” She flashed him a devilish smile and winked her eye before exiting the room.

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5 Responses to The Black Shirt

  1. Brad Osborne says:

    Sensual and seductive. A great story. I had no idea the power of a black dress shirt. I think I know what I am wearing to work today!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Simon says:

    That’s cheeky…

    Liked by 1 person

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