Chapter 1: The Heat of the Deal
I adjusted my silk blouse, the fabric clinging to my skin as I stepped into the dimly lit restaurant. My name’s Evelyn, and at sixty, I’ve still got it—my husband Brett reminds me every damn day. I’m the head of a major nonprofit, and today, I’m here to charm a hefty donation out of David, president of a foundation with pockets deeper than the Grand Canyon. He’s always eager to meet, and not just for business. The man’s been hot for me since the first handshake, and Brett loves hearing every detail of his futile pursuit. It’s our little game, one that always ends with Brett’s greedy hands all over me.
David was already at the booth, his eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that had nothing to do with the menu. I slid in across from him, noticing how his gaze dropped to my lips, then lower to my cleavage. The restaurant’s food cooler hummed nearby, sending a chill through the air. My sheer bra and thin blouse did little to hide the effect—my nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric. I glanced down, smirking. Oh, he could see them, alright. His stare was practically burning holes through me.
‘Evelyn, you look... radiant as ever,’ David purred, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. ‘How do you manage to outshine every woman in the room?’
I leaned forward, giving him just a bit more to drool over. ‘Flattery won’t get you my budget numbers, David. Let’s talk figures—yours to mine.’ My tone was sharp, playful, keeping him on edge.
He chuckled, loosening his tie. ‘Oh, I’ve got plenty of figures in mind.’ His eyes flicked to my chest again, shameless. I rolled my eyes but felt a thrill. Brett would eat this up later.
David excused himself to the restroom, and when he returned, he had a sly grin. ‘Couldn’t hear you well from over there,’ he lied, sliding into the booth on my side without asking. The move caught me off guard, his thigh brushing mine under the table. My hand, resting on the edge, accidentally bumped against his crotch as I shifted. Holy hell, he was hard—his cock straining against his trousers. I bit back a laugh, amused at his obvious desperation.
‘Getting cozy, are we?’ I quipped, arching a brow. ‘I hope you’re not expecting a different kind of donation.’
He smirked, his hand casually brushing my shoulder, then lingering. ‘Just making sure I don’t miss a word, Evelyn. You’ve got my full attention.’ His leg pressed against mine, deliberate, and when he patted my hand—resting on my thigh—his fingers grazed far too close to where they shouldn’t. My suit pants were no barrier to the heat of his touch, and damn if it didn’t send butterflies fluttering through me. I’m not some wilting flower; I’m in control here. But the pursuit? It made me feel alive, desirable.
‘Careful, David,’ I warned, my voice low and teasing. ‘You’re playing with fire, and I don’t burn easy.’
His eyes darkened, his breath hitching. ‘Maybe I like the heat.’ His hand lingered, daring, inching closer to my private heat. I could almost feel the tension radiating from him, wondering how long he could hold out before he lost it completely. My mind wandered—what was he imagining? Where did he want to touch me? How fast would he cum if I let him even think he had a chance?
I shifted, breaking the contact, but the air between us crackled. My pulse raced, not from him, but from the thought of telling Brett every filthy detail tonight. How David’s eyes devoured me, how his hard cock pressed against my hand, how his touch made my skin tingle. Brett would be all over me, panting, sweating, his own cock desperate and dripping as he claimed what’s his. I couldn’t wait to get home, to feel that explosive release as we relived this little game. But for now, I’d let David squirm, let him think he’s got a shot, while I held all the cards.
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