The Executive’s Private Proposal
When I first stepped into Jose’s office, I expected a stiff man in a corporate suit. Instead, I found a man with an athletic build, modern style, and piercing blue eyes hidden behind dark glasses. As I presented my project, his gaze never left me, sending a thrill of nervous electricity through my veins that had nothing to do with business. Once the deal was closed, he invited me to dinner, and I accepted without a second thought.
He took me to an exclusive Asian restaurant where the dining areas were separated by semi-transparent screens. We sat barefoot on plush carpets, the atmosphere intimate and hushed. In my seated position, my dress shifted, revealing the black lace of my stockings. I decided right then that I was done being the professional; I wanted this man.
After our partner departed for the hotel, Jose ordered a bottle of wine and ensured the staff would not disturb us. He leaned in close, his voice a melodic hum that vibrated in my chest. He placed a hand on my thigh, his touch searing through the fabric. When our lips finally met, it started as a soft graze, but as I teased him with my tongue, it erupted into a passionate kiss.
His hands became possessive, one gripping my neck gently to pull me closer while the other slid beneath my dress. His fingers found the edge of my thong, teasing the sensitive skin of my thighs before sliding underneath the lace. I gasped as he found my heat, his fingers gliding inside me with a precision that left me breathless. I felt a wave of pleasure crash over me, a sudden, intense orgasm that made my entire body tremble.
“We aren’t alone, Mariam,” he whispered in my ear. I looked at the screens, seeing the blurred silhouettes of other diners just inches away. The risk of being discovered only heightened my arousal. I reached for his belt, freeing his hardness from his trousers. I knelt before him, taking him into my mouth with a hunger that made him groan, his fingers tangling in my long hair as he surrendered to the sensation.
I turned away from him, bracing my hands against the low table and arching my back. Jose took his time, massaging my curves before sliding his length against me. When he finally entered me, the fullness was overwhelming. He gripped my breasts through the fabric of my dress, his thumb working my clitoris in perfect synchronization with his thrusts. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as I peaked for a second time.
Driven by a sudden need for control, I pushed him back onto the carpet and straddled him. I pulled my dress down, exposing my breasts to the dim light, and guided him back inside me. We moved together in a rhythmic dance, our breaths hitching in unison until we both collapsed into a shared, shattering climax.
We dressed in a hurried, breathless silence, smoothing our clothes as best we could. As we stepped out of the private room, we realized the other patrons were staring at us in a heavy, knowing silence. We exchanged a mischievous smile, knowing we would likely never return to that restaurant—but I knew I would be visiting my client in Barcelona very soon.