He Watches Me: The Seen Trilogy: Part One by Cynthia Sax Read Free Book Online

does he think I strip for? “Is this what you think I want?” He spreads the blouse and tugs.
    I allow it to slip down my shoulders. “The saleswoman told me this is what every man wants.”
    “Ahhh . . .” His smile reaches his eyes. “But I’m not every man, and you know what I want better than any saleswoman.”
    “I do?” I pause, considering his words. “I do,” I repeat, realizing this is the truth. I do know what he wants and I’ll give it to him. I reach behind me and unhook the padded bra. It falls forward, revealing my much smaller breasts, and I release a sigh of relief, embracing the sensual brush of cool air directly on heated skin.
    “Yes, this is what I want.” Blaine gazes at me, his open appreciation wetting my pussy. His cock is hard, pressing against the zipper of his dress pants, visual proof of his desire. “This is all a man could ever want.”
    “Not every man.” I wiggle out of my panties, the tabletop cold on my ass.
    “Not every man,” he agrees, leaning forward, his breath caressing my inner thighs, stroking without touching, back and forth, back and forth.
    I want to grab his shoulders. Instead, I lower myself onto the table and stare up at the ceiling tiles, focusing on his hot breath, trying not to touch myself. My breasts ache. My pussy pulses. I groan, my need unbearable. “Is this how you feel?”
    “Yes.” Blaine shifts in his seat. “You’re strong, Anna. You can control yourself.”
    He’s the only person in this world who believes I’m strong, and I won’t disappoint him. I dig my fingernails into the wood veneer and count the gold specks in the tiles.
    I’m spread out naked on the company’s meeting table, a billionaire between my legs. My coworkers, my boss, Michael, are working fully dressed on the other side of the thin wall. If they knew, if they saw me now, would they be horrified or would they watch me also? Pussy juices drip down my ass, my desire intensifying.
    “Do you touch yourself?” I blurt, needing a distraction. “After I leave you?”
    “Yes,” Blaine rumbles.
    Oh Lord. Visualizing Blaine stroking himself with his tanned, coarse fingers isn’t helping my control. I squirm, sliding my butt on the table. “Some day, can I watch?”
    “Some day.” His chair creaks. “Not today.” He answers my next question before I ask it, the raw emotion edging his words thrilling me. “You won’t touch yourself until tonight.” Blaine stands, the state of his arousal obvious.
    He walks to the window and stares at the closed blinds as I hastily dress. Every brush of fabric arouses me more and I have to put the dreaded padded bra back on or my nipples will show. Although the blouse is baggy, the white cotton isn’t thick.
    I button up as quickly as possible, covering up that affront to my small breasts. I hesitate for a moment and then tuck my blouse into my pants, deciding to show my coworkers my waist for the first time ever.
    “I’m ready,” I announce, flustered. Will everyone be able to tell what we’ve been doing?
    Blaine turns, his face expressionless, his massive erection disappointingly dissipated. “Will you walk me out, Miss Sampson?” His tone is businesslike. It is the tone I suspect he uses with the rest of the world.
    “It would be my pleasure, Mr. Blaine.” I can’t suppress my smile. I open the door and enter the hallway, very conscious of the man walking beside me. My coworkers are also aware of Blaine, popping their heads in and out of the hallway, their eyes wide with curiosity.
    They’re not looking at me. They’re looking at the billionaire at my side. I remain invisible and this reassures me, giving me confidence.
    The receptionist glances up at us and smiles when we pass, her constantly texting fingers still for once, her phone nowhere in sight.
    “Thank you for stopping by Feed Your Hungry, Mr. Blaine.” I recite the rehearsed lines and hold out my hand, eager to touch him once more.
    “We’ll meet at my