Lexie’s Christmas Prescription

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The chatter of the Christmas cocktail party was a metronome for the headache pounding against my temples. Everyone exchanging pleasantries and plans for the holidays. I stood there, nodding politely, acting as if I was following the conversation. But, ultimately, I stopped caring about the idle chatter. Adam was talking to yet another girl, his intentions clear, acting like a dog in heat, trying to find his way inside her panties. I want to leave, just over putting up with this.“Lexie. Lexie!” Her elegant fingers snapped, startling me.“Oh! Julia, I’m sorry. Did I zone out?” Setting my glass down. “I have a headache.”“There is Tylenol in the Guest bathroom. Go lie down until you feel a bit better.”“Thank you. Tell Adam I’ll be right back.” I quietly make my way upstairs. After finding the pills, I slip into the bedroom to the right. I am not coming to another one of these holiday functions; they drain me. I don’t care how much Adam begs.Fuck, I should have listened to all the advice. Don’t date the office asshole. It never ends well for his secretary. She’s always just the cute fuckable side piece. Watching his smug ass, philander with every other skirt right in front of me. All the while, I’m left trailing after him like a fucking lost puppy dog. Ugh. Aren’t I pathetic? That’s it, Lexie, you are ending things tomorrow. No more bullshit. No more of this humiliation.I lay on the bed; the muffled Christmas music came up from downstairs. I let my mind wander and drift bahis şirketleri to better thoughts. Dozing off after a bit, a soft touch on my forearm jolted me awake.“Henry, hi,” Quickly, getting up. “I didn’t hear you come in. Is the party over? Did you see Adam?”“Woah, easy! I didn’t mean to scare you. Only a few people are still here in the living room. I saw Adam head outside with Amelia. I think they left. Why?”“Shit. He was my ride home.” Rubbing my temples, feeling foggy. “What time is it? I must have fallen asleep.”“It’s 10 pm. I saw you slip away and came to check on you. Julia told him you’re staying the night here.”“You’re sweet, but you didn’t have to come up. I’m okay, promise. I needed a few minutes to myself. I’ll go see if Julia needs any help cleaning and call an Uber.”Smiling, my eyes traveled up his hip-hugging dress pants and the fitted sweater over his broad shoulders, the dark ink of his tattoo peeking out at the neckline. He is so easy on the eyes and naturally has an air of authority. Rugged and wild, odd for someone who works in an office, but there is no denying his power right under the surface. I wonder what he enjoys in bed? Does he want to command and dominate? Does he desire a submissive woman who does as she’s told, abandoning her control? Maybe he’s a sensual lover, taking his time to devour his partner. But, no, I bet he likes a little bratty whore who isn’t afraid to be dirty. Maybe I could be all of that for him. Heat flaring bahis firmaları in my cheeks and unfurling in my pussy. Blushing, I catch his gaze, realizing the path my thoughts took—his knowing chuckle, dark and enticing—the need to flee overwhelmed me, utterly flustered and embarrassed.“I need to freshen up. Thank you for waking me.” His arm catches my waist as I get up to make my way out—his masculine scent, smoky and enticing.“Lexie, wait. Let me take you home.””That’s absurd. I live in the opposite direction; I’ll call- “A frustrated growl cut off my rambling. The expression on his face softened. Surprising me with the coarse stubble along his jaw, rough against my soft skin, as his lips crashed over mine—the kiss, surprisingly tender and urgent. Yielding to him, delighting in his taste, knots forming in my core as my pussy dampened.“Henry, I can’t. I’m still with Adam.” Hating the hesitancy in my voice. Why do I still care for that asshole? I was ending things anyway. He left with Amelia, after all.“Fuck Adam. I’m taking you home.” Clasping a hand over my mouth. “No, don’t argue with me.” His voice, low and intense, heat burning deep in those chocolate eyes. Eyes that harbored countless dark promises, searching mine.I was conflicted, staring at him. Tension has been building between us since I started working here. Realization finally dawning on me, all the flirty glances, sly touches, and suggestive messages; I’m not just the secretary everyone likes kaçak bahis siteleri to tease. He wants me. Should I give in, let him sweep me away? Let him do every filthy thing that comes to mind. Fuck, I want him to. So why am I refusing it? My mind shouting, ‘Lexie, fucking go for it. Take what you want! Relinquish yourself to him!’“Okay, fuck him.” I push my lips against his again, biting his lower lip and sucking it into my mouth. Our kiss is electrifying between us, slow and sensual, me pressing my body into his. Molded against him, blindly grabbing, I slip my hands underneath the hem of his sweater. His hand stops me from unbuckling his pants.“Lexie, maybe we should get to your place first,” his voice, breathy, a low hum. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear us.”“No, I think you like the bad girls.” Smirking at him, I reach behind me, sliding down the zipper of my velvet dress. “I want to be naughty for you. I don’t care if someone hears us.”The dress fell and pooled around my ankles. My d-cup breasts held up in a red unlined lace bra, my hard nipples poking through the fabric. My full curves, accentuated in the matching cheeky panty and sheer thigh-highs. Lying back onto the bed, I part my legs, my panties distinctly wet, giving him a great view.“Don’t you want me to be your slut?” Sliding my fingers around the lacy material, pulling it to the side, I give him a perfect view of my waxed cunt. My pussy glistens with wetness as my fingers slide between the folds. My clit swelling with each pass of my finger.”Lexie.” My name came out as another growl. His bulge straining in his pants. His eyes devoured me, appreciating my little show. Mesmerized as I fingered myself brazenly, arousing us both.

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