this.
“No, George came out here, and he was trying to come on to me and left them here.”
“So George wanted to fuck you?!”
When he said fuck, she felt sweat bud over her temples. She wanted to wipe it way, but couldn’t.
“Well, yes, but it was my fault that I did not move the box. If you feel like fucking me, it’s the chocolate.”
“You really think that the chocolate is making me want to fuck you?” He dropped his hands to his side. “Haven’t you paid attention to the press releases I write? Sure, the chocolates can make you want to fuck an absolute stranger, but the reason they work is because they heighten everything sexual about the other person. Their pheromones. It lets you see their sexual readiness. I can smell you, not just your violet perfume, but I can smell you, and it’s driving me crazy.”
Now her temples were not the only damp part of her. Her underarms were moist, and between her legs was so damp she wanted to pluck the crotch of her panties from the slickness there. Knowing he could smell it made her even more sensitive.
“So you are saying you wanted to fuck me before you had the chocolates?” she spoke soberly. She needed him to tell her that, needed to hear the ‘fuck’ followed by ‘her’ out of his mouth.
Rupert looked in her eyes. “I have wanted to fuck you ever since they told me you were mine—well, my assistant. I want to fuck you so bad, I call you into my office and come out here yelling at you just to see you react to me. I want to fuck you that bad. Look at you.”
Lotte looked down at her chocolate skirt.
“Did you want me to be like every other guy here? Chasing you? Bringing out boxes of candy from the sexy line? Yet, I ended up eating the stuff and am hard as hell and trying to act like I don’t want to drag you by the hair and fuck you like an animal.”
“No.” Finally, she wiped her damp forehead, looking up at him. “But I don’t want you to fuck me spurred on by a couple of pieces of candy.”
Lotte was not even aware she was pouting until Rupert caressed her bottom lip with his finger. She sucked at its tip without even thinking about it. He closed his eyes as she did, and she continued to suck the remnants of chocolate off it, just a bit, but she could taste it. And then she realized now she had had some of the sexy chocolate too.
All bets were off.
He led her by his finger and she followed him past all of the glass doors, into the chocolate oak of his office that she always felt comfortable walking into when he called her in to talk about work. His finger still in her mouth, her tongue reached for more of his fingers, craving chocolate first, then skin and blood as she sunk her teeth lightly into his finger.
He did not move his hand, pain and pleasure evenly mixed as a result of their heightened desire. Then he moved his finger over her lip, along her neck and down to her waist.
His kiss was like sex. She felt exactly how hard he was, and between her legs was so slippery that being pressed against him felt better than she ever could have imagined. He pulled at her hair, his fingertips caressing her scalp, which relaxed and aroused her all the more. A soft sigh came from her, her warm breath cool compared to the heat between them. Her body gave in to the beginning of the end of her fantasy about Rupert.
The morning she came to work after she dreamt she was kissing him was the best she had had before now. Even then she tried to ignore the desire that she felt, but now she was not. His mouth tasted of the chocolate, and she was drunk with it as she sucked on the tip of his tongue and his lower lip.
“Look at you,” she mimicked him. “Soft and warm, I dreamt about you like this…”
“Dreamt about me?”
Lotte kissed the hollow of his throat, resisting the urge to bite it.
“I wanted you since I saw you as well, even though you made it hard as hell with the demands you were making, but now I understand. You were courting me