His Temptation

Caught in a stranger's arms

Chapter 8

Caught in a stranger's arms

As I leave the toilet and walk out, I bump into a man. My face falls hard into a man's chest, and I feel arms around me that hold me so I don't lose balance and fall. I smell his delicious aftershave and strong arms holding me firm to his body. I hope he can't smell how many times I have cummed. One of my hands is on the man's chest, and one is on his very muscular arm; I can't help but caress his chest. You can't tell clearly, but under his suit, he must be a buff man; the feel of his body pressed to mine is something I missed. I miss the wonderful feeling of being in a man's arms. He is tall and has to look down at me; I connect with his beautiful hazel eyes, and he looks at my hand, which caresses him. I stop immediately and panic. What will he think of me? It's my first day; this is bad, really bad. What has gotten into me? This giant man isn't just big all over; he is wickedly buff. He makes eye contact again and says: "Hi there! Take it easy next time, and try to look where you are going. Not that I mind hugging a beautiful woman. My name is Edward Robert Wheeler; I am the IT Manager. May I ask who I have the pleasure of holding?"

I quickly try to leave his embrace, and he lets me go reluctantly; one second that feels like forever, we just look at each other in silence.

"I am so sorry I ran into you like that. I am truly sorry. My name is Angelica Jamie Barrington, I'm the new secretary to the CEO."

"I am pleased to meet you; now I know where to find the most beautiful woman in the company."

I hear someone clear their throat, and a loud sigh comes right after it. Both me and Edward Wheeler turn to look who it is. It's a woman.

"Mr. Wheeler, you shouldn't harass new employees just as they step out of the restroom!"

"Well, hello to you too, Mrs. Stephanie Ferguson. This sweet Miss Barrington just fell into my arms, and I was gentleman enough to make sure she didn't hurt herself."

Mrs. Ferguson mutters, "Yes, gentleman, my ass! Get yourselves back to work."

She leaves with angry, stomping steps. We both smile at each other and can still hear Mrs. Ferguson mumbling. I step away from Mr. Wheeler and look at his marvelous body, from his toes to his incredible chest, arms, and beautiful eyes, before I say:

"Thank you again for catching me and saving me from landing on my face."

"It was entirely my pleasure to meet you and hold the most beautiful woman."

I turn away from the handsome Edvard, and I can swear on the bible that he is watching my ass as I walk away. I saunter and stomp my heels a bit so my ass wiggles alluringly, I am bad, but I can't resist the temptation to give him something to look at as I know he was watching me leave. I walk and feel pleased with what my abundant ass is doing to the man. I don't know what has come over me today. I never before acted as I do now; with that thought in my mind, I hear what seems to be more than one person whistle as I walk away. I stop and turn slowly, as alluring as possible, but only twisting my upper body and turning slowly. I turn and glance, and I see three men looking at me; I could not help but slowly smile complacently and pout my plump pink lips. I turn swiftly and walk away, hearing groans from the men in a chorus as if they were in pain. I know where they are hurting. The thought makes me smile wide.

I keep walking until I come to my desk, and I can't stop smiling at the thought of these men. It's going to be fun working here; it's only the first day. I feel a power I never had before, the power of making men weak from just looking at me. It makes me realize how starved I have been for years and years. I need a real man who knows how to treat a woman.

A man who will do anything to scratch my itch. I sit down at my desk and start to work; it's a lot of things to get a handle on for my first day. Nathan has been without a secretary for a week and needs someone to organize everything. In one week, it has become a mess; it makes me wonder if he has been without a secretary for just one week or if it's longer. I am up for the task. I need the job, but I also am very good at this, even if my ex-boyfriend would say I am not. I am reorganizing the filing cabinets and am bent over as I try to sort every file. They have everything in the computer system and on paper. I don't know how long I have been in this position, as my back is hurting slightly.

Suddenly, I hear a deep, manly voice groan. I turn my head in the direction of the sound, and I gaze into Dom's sexy eyes. He is sitting at my desk, looking intensely at my ass; I simply smile as devastatingly sexy as possible and pout my pink lips. I stand up, stretch, and bend backward, and my hands touch my sides and down towards my ass as I stretch, making my boobs look more prominent. The look of it mesmerizes Dom. I see Dom taking his hand and touching his thigh as if it's nothing strange as he watches me with heat in his eyes. His hand traces the contour of his d**k that is hard, he then brutally tries to will his d**k to go soft, and I see it too well; it has a mind of its own and doesn't want to go down at all. His d**k wants what I want. I take his hand off his d**k, and I can't help but touch it on purpose, ever so softly, for a brief second. I lift it to my lips, kiss it softly, and say. "Hello there, how has your day been?"

He looked at me as if he didn't believe his eyes or the feel of his hand that I just pecked. I kissed his hand feather-light, and he cleared his throat and said with a voice that was clearly shaken and affected by my actions. "I'm sorry I was a little late. I was tied up in calls and e-mails that needed to be handled. My day has been good so far."

After some light yet awkward conversation, we leave and walk down the street to the coffee shop near the company. When we are sitting down to taste our steaming cups of coffee, I try to start a bit of conversation. We quickly came into the topic of Dominic's past, and it felt heavy; it got a bit more tense as his uncle came and talked. It made me quite uncomfortable to hear that conversation. I understand the hurt and pain of betrayal. I can't help but feel a little disappointed with this coffee date, and I can see in his body language he was worried about what I was thinking about what I heard. We talked about some of it, but it was easier to start talking about work, and soon enough, we were at the office again. I walk to my desk and can feel his eyes burning in my back; it's a thick atmosphere, so much unsaid that I know both he and I are dying to say.

I watch as Angelica walks to her desk; my eyes are locked on her back, but soon I can't help to watch her ass; damn, she has a juicy ass. I smile like the devil took me over, wondering if she let me spank it. The thought makes my damn d**k hard yet again. Damn, I need to have that woman in every dirty way I can think of and some that I can't even come to think of right now. I know she likes me. I have seen it in her eyes and her naughty caress before our coffee date. I am dying to feel her small, delicate hands again and those lips; I need her sexy pink lips on me. I can almost say I don't care where she put them as long as they are on me.

It's all I want, her to be mine.

I need her to be mine.