Susan felt different the next morning. She had slept naked and the cotton sheets felt good against her bare skin. She took a moment to feel her body with her hands, touching between her legs, her breasts, tracing her own lips with her fingertips. When she got out of bed, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in full. It was something she rarely did, something she avoided. Her body had not been something she associated with particularly good sensation. But the night before, despite the fact that he had barely touched her, had made her skin feel alive with possibility. She went to work looking much as she had when they'd gone out the night before. Her long hair flowed down her back and her shirt was unbuttoned enough to show an expanse of bare skin. When he saw her, his eyebrows lifted and he looked her over for a long moment.
"Good morning," he said, smiling. She shut the door behind her and went to him, bold as anything, wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her face to kiss him. He responded in full, backing her up against the desk so that she was sitting on top of it, his mouth working hungrily at hers while she ran her hands up and down his chest.
He pulled away just before she could begin to undress him. She was hungry for him, had thought about him all night after he'd gone. Susan felt wanton and unlike herself. Or, like a better version of herself, freer and more relaxed.
"I've been waiting for this since I met you," he said, licking her top lip in one stroke.
"So have I."
"So we'll wait."
"We'll wait," she agreed reluctantly.
They went about the day as usual aside from flirty, sensual glances exchanged in passing. Susan laughed more, felt more languid. Something within her had changed at his urging.
When the three men from the merger arrived to iron out the details, Susan didn't blush when she caught Edward staring. Instead, she held his eye, bit her lip and lowered her lashes so that he was the one who looked nervous. The other one, a very tall, dark-haired man named Will, noticed their exchange and looked at her with a knowing smile.
"It looks like your assistant here has caught the attention of my colleagues," said the third, a man named Jackson who was broad and thick as a bull.
Tyson cleared his throat and looked at her, charmed, showing no hint of dismay or jealousy. There was something more like pride in his eyes, something warm and welcoming her to continue if she liked.
"I think your colleagues have the right idea," said Tyson, tapping the bottom of his pen against the table. "But now is not the time."
"Perhaps later?" piped in Will. "A drink to celebrate?"
"Perhaps," said Susan, and all four men looked at her with grins on their faces and enchantment burning in their eyes. She felt powerful and richer than the three of them combined, drunk on her own charm and influence. They continued on with their meeting and afterward Edward pulled her to the edge of the room while the other men chatted.
"Tell me you're single."
She laughed. "I am." Kind of. She wasn't sure what she was doing with Tyson but was free in the meantime, as far as she was concerned. And she wanted to play around a bit.
"Good. Let me take you out."
Susan noticed he spoke in commands rather than questions. He was used to getting what he wanted.
"Maybe," she said coyly, and left him there in the corner, moving to join the rest of the men in the group. She felt a hand stroke her waist just barely and looked, expecting to find Tyson, instead finding Will with a smirk on his face. Susan shivered and excused herself, leaving the room breathlessly. She had enjoyed his touch and Edward's attention, enjoyed the way Tyson was looking at her as if he was having trouble containing himself. When she went back into the room, she clapped her hands together.
"A drink, gentlemen," she said, "tonight. We have a lot to celebrate."
They all agreed and she left, going into Tyson's office and shutting the door. Moments later he appeared and crossed the room to her in a few quick steps, pressing his mouth to hers while pulling her skirt up over her hips. He led her to his desk and pushed her up so that she was sitting on the edge of it, then spread her legs.
"That was so goddamn hot, baby," he said, biting at her thighs, teasing her, stroking them with her fingers so that she was squirming. "Watching you flirt with them. Seeing them want you. My bad girl."
She tossed her head back when he finally moved his face to her pussy and ran his tongue over her through the fabric of her panties. He found her clit and massaged it with his tongue, soaking her, making her moan with the new sensation.
"Tyson," she breathed, holding his head still and grinding her face forward against it. He growled against her pussy and pulled her panties down so that they were dangling off one foot, then spread her legs further and touched her clit with the tip of his tongue. It was something she had never felt before and wasn't ready for it, hadn't expected the sheer torture the pleasure would bring. She moaned. Loud. And he shushed her while he began to lick her up and down, dipping his tongue inside of her pussy to spread her wetness all over. He buried his face between her legs and licked and sucked hungrily at her cunt, eating her until she flooded his face again and again. He pushed her back against his desk and pulled her knees as far apart as they would go, stroking his tongue in circles around her clit, driving at her relentlessly.
"Tell me," he said, pulling his face back, looking at her. "Would you fuck them?"
"Yes," she said, trying to push his face back between her legs, desperate to feel his mouth there.
"I want to see you wild and free. I want to watch you do it."
She looked at him then and he was smiling at her, his eyes full of heat and longing.
"I could do that." "Really?"
"Yes," she said, and then, "Now, stop talking."
He shut up and licked her for a long time, tasting her juices, moaning against the lips of her pussy. When he was finished and she was spent, he climbed atop her, kissed her lips. She could taste herself on his mouth, sweet and sensual, and she licked him clean.
"Promise me something, though," he said against her neck.
"Yes?"
"I get you first."
Of course she would let him. Of course she would obey him. She had always known she wouldn't be able to resist whatever he said. She nodded and kissed him again, then pulled her skirt down. He took her panties and shoved them in his desk drawer, smiling at her wickedly.
"I can't wait," he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
"Neither can I." And she meant it. She felt wild just thinking about it.