By the time I walk into the apartment, Daniel is already sprawled on the sofa surrounded by documents, his glasses on the tip of his nose. He got home before I did for a change.
I rush into our bedroom to take a quick shower and change. I bought a new nightgown, and I can’t wait to see his reaction. Daniel has been distant and awkward all day, but I’m hoping that was just because he doesn’t know how to behave around me at work now.
He looks up when I walk in and his eyes roam over my body appreciatively. My new nightgown is mostly sheer with some lace covering my privates, and it’s obvious he can’t get enough of it.
“Hey, Lyss,” he murmurs, his eyes shifting back and forth between my face and my breasts. He clears the space next to him and hands me a takeout box awkwardly. “Got some Chinese on the way home,” he says. He tries to focus on his paperwork but keeps glancing at me with heated eyes.
I grin to myself and take a bite of the stir-fry as I start scrolling through our list of favourited movies. Eventually I settle on The Lord of the Rings and Daniel grins at me when I click play. I belatedly realise it’s his favourite movie. He always teases me for being a nerd for loving Star Wars, but he’s even worse with his Lord of the Rings obsession. He leans in and presses a soft kiss on my cheek as the movie starts, putting my heart at ease. Thank god he isn’t being awkward at home. I’m not sure what I would’ve done.
I settle against him comfortably and eat as he works; the two of us content with our regular routine. It’s not until halfway through the movie that I’m starting to feel needy. I glance at him and gently tug his documents out of his hands before climbing onto his lap. He hardens against my butt instantly, and I bite down on my lip to hide my smile.
Daniel throws his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. “Hey, I was working,” he whispers, trying his best to sound annoyed and failing miserably. The cute smile that tugs at his lips gives him away.
“Hmm, I know. But I feel neglected. Give me ten minutes of your time and I’ll let you get back to work.”
Daniel laughs and stretches out his legs, shifting us both into a more comfortable position. He spoons me and I sigh in delight when he starts to kiss my neck, trailing a path from my ear to my shoulder and back. I turn around and bury my hand in his hair to pull his lips against mine. He kisses me back eagerly and before long I’m panting, already wanting more. I hook my leg around his to get him where I want him and he moans against my lips. He rolls on top of me and grinds against me.
“Daniel,” I moan.
He pushes himself up to look at me, and I blush. I’m sure I’m a dishevelled mess. “This thing you’re wearing… it’s torture,” he whispers. He leans in and sucks on my nipple through the lace that covers it. I arch my back and moan. My entire body feels sensitive.
Daniel smiles and moves his lips to my other nipple, sucking on it eagerly. I buck my hips against his and scrape my nails over his back before sliding my palm down his abs. He freezes when my fingers grasp at his erection and pulls away, out of reach.
“Your ten minutes are up,” he says, sitting up.
I stare at him in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
He shakes his head and stands up to move away. I grab his hand and try to pull him back to me, but he won’t have it. “Dan… you can’t leave me like this,” I whisper, my voice husky. He glances at me and shakes his head.
“Lyss, I’m sorry. I’ve got a video call with Liam Evans in a couple of minutes.”
He makes his way to his home office and I sigh in relief. At least he’s got a genuine excuse. For a second I thought he just didn’t want to take things further.
I hesitate for a couple of minutes before I follow him into his office. He looks up in surprise when the door opens and I grin evilly.
“Everything okay, bud?” Liam asks.
Daniel looks back at his screen and nods. “Ah, yes. My girlfriend just walked in. I apologise,” he answers.
“I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend. Can’t believe someone finally managed to lock you down. Who’s the lucky girl?”
I walk up to his desk and sink to my knees so I can crawl underneath it. I place my hands on his thighs. Daniel looks down at me and back at his screen, panicked.
“Uh, we’re keeping it quiet for now. We haven’t been official for long.”
I unbutton his suit pants and tug on his boxers to reveal his rapidly hardening dick. I lick my lips and look up at him. He shakes his head with wide eyes and grabs my hands to stop me, but I lower my lips to him and take his dick into my mouth. Daniel moans and tries to cover it up with a cough.
“No wonder you haven’t been seen with anyone in months. I’m surprised the press hasn’t caught you with your girlfriend yet,” Liam muses. “Can’t wait to meet her. The girl who tamed Daniel Devereaux.”
I take him deeper into my mouth and bop my head up and down as quietly as I can. Daniel tries his best to answer Liam’s questions about Luxe. He buries his hand in my hair and gyrates his hips, urging me to go faster and harder.
“You okay, Daniel? You don’t look so well,” Liam says.
I look up to find that Daniel has buried his face in his hands. “Yep, fine. Just uh… just a headache,” he says, sounding breathless.
Liam is silent for a while before he starts laughing. “Fucking hell, your girlfriend is still there, isn’t she? What a girl. You fucking lucky asshole.”
Daniel shakes his head frantically, making himself look even more suspicious. “No! She’s uh… she’s in the living room,” he says, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a rush.
“How do you know?” Liam asks, laughing heartily. “She just walked into your office and then allegedly back out, so how do you know where she went?”
Daniel gulps and Liam laughs even harder. “Anyway, I’m happy with the answers you’ve provided. Let’s do lunch sometime next week? I want to meet this girlfriend of yours.”
Daniel nods, clearly just wanting to get him off the call. “Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks for your time.”
As soon as he ends the call, he moans loudly and pulls his hips away, jerking as he covers my neck and chest.
“Fucking hell, Alyssa. You’re going to fucking kill me, baby.”
He pushes his chair away and then pulls me onto his lap, still breathing hard. He grabs a couple of tissues from his desk and cleans me up before hugging me tightly. “Fuck,” he whispers, making me giggle.
He picks me up and carries me to our bedroom. I laugh at his tortured expression. I’m giddy with excitement and eager for more.
If I’d known Daniel had no interest in continuing what I started, would I still have done it? If I’d known he’d carry me back to our room only to tell me to go to bed while he finishes his work, would I still have seduced him?
