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“Oh. Well, do you want to have dinner tonight? We can try that new Thai restaurant that just opened a few blocks over?”
Jessie smiled. “I’d love to. Is seven good?”
“Works for me.”
“Then seven it is,” Jessie said as she stood up.
Once Lacie left the office, Jessie walked over to the tree. As she stood there, she thought about everything that Lacie said. Maybe a change of scenery would be good for her. And if Mac considered his employees’ family, she didn’t want to break that up. She then got an idea. One that would shock Mac and hopefully make him happy.
Chapter Thirteen
Jessie sat in her leather chair behind her desk. With her feet propped up on her desk and a glass of wine in her hand, she looked out the large windows, admiring the Manhattan skyline.
It was after midnight, and the city that never slept was alive with lights and energy. She set her wine glass down and stretched her arms over her head, trying to work out the stress and tension from being behind a computer all day.
With Mac still away in Detroit, she had spent a lot of time in the office trying to get caught up on different things. But three days without having his touch was wreaking havoc on her libido. The ache in her body had only grown stronger in his absence.
With a small smirk on her lips, Jessie decided to do something daring—something she had never tried before. The usual poised and in-control CEO part of her faded away, replaced by something bolder, more adventurous. Standing up, she locked the door to her office, ensuring no one could walk in unexpectedly. The thought of being alone, with no one to witness her secret, only heightened the excitement building inside her.
She walked over to her phone and scrolled through her playlist until she found the perfect song. A slow, sultry beat with a hypnotic rhythm began to play, filling the room with a sensual vibe. The music set her pulse racing, and without hesitation, Jessie let her hands move to the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing them one by one. The silk slid from her shoulders, leaving her in just her lace bra. Next came her slacks, sliding them slowly down her legs revealing matching panties that clung to her curves. She felt the cool air against her bare skin, but the heat inside her only grew.
Her eyes landed on the floor-length mirror near the corner of the room. She had it installed because, between meetings and other events, she was always changing. It was also there to reflect her image in business meetings. But tonight, it served an entirely different purpose.
Jessie sauntered over to it, her hips swaying naturally to the beat of the music. As she stood before the mirror, she took in her reflection—her toned body and her long, flowing brown hair. The delicate fabric of her lingerie barely contained the swell of her breasts. She smiled at herself, a mix of pride and desire sparking in her gaze.
Slowly, she began to move, her body syncing effortlessly with the rhythm. She had never danced like this before, at least not where anyone could see, but now she was letting herself go.
Her hands slid down her sides, over her hips, before trailing back up her stomach, grazing the edge of her bra. She circled her hips, feeling powerful, sexy, and completely in control.
Jessie closed her eyes, letting her fingers trace the line of her collarbone before sliding down to her cleavage. Her breath hitched, and a soft sigh escaped her lips as her soft fingertips grazed her hard nipples.
She imagined it was Mac’s hands on her. The room felt charged, her pulse quickening with each sway of her hips, each delicate touch of her fingers on her skin.
As the music reached its climax, her movements became more sensual, her body arching in perfect rhythm with the beat. She danced with abandon, imagining herself in a private performance, not just for Mac but for her own pleasure. The thrill of it coursed through her, making her feel alive in ways she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.
When the song finally ended, Jessie stood still, her chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. The room was silent once more, but the fire inside her was roaring.
Without a second thought, she crossed the room to the plush sofa, her feet barely touching the floor as she moved with purpose. She sank onto the cool leather, stretching out on her back, the heat of her body contrasting with the cool fabric beneath her.
Closing her eyes, she touched her breasts. Her nipples were pressed against the thin lace of her bra. She lightly pinched the hardened little buds, her body reacting instantly from the slight bite of pain. Her back arched slightly as a warmth spread through her body.
Moving lower, her fingers danced over her stomach, then slid even lower until they reached the top of her panties.
Chasing the pleasure that she craved, she slipped her fingers into her panties and let herself sink into the sensation, indulging in the need that had been building over the last few minutes.
The heat inside her built with every stroke, and she could feel the tension rising as her body hummed with desire.
She imagined Mac’s voice in her ear, giving her commands to ease her ache. The thought of him watching her drove her higher until the sensation was overwhelming, and her breaths became quicker.
She felt her body tighten with her impending release.Fuck!She bit her lip as she was almost there—one, two strokes and—”
Suddenly, her phone started ringing, playing“Oh, I just can’t wait to be King!”from theLion Kingsoundtrack.
“No, no, noooooo!” she screamed out loud as her orgasm pulled a Houdini act and just went “poof.”
“Who the fuck would be calling me this late,” she said to the empty room. Her words were coming in pants.
She frowned, her eyes snapping open as she reached for the annoying device next to her on the table.
