Chapter 6 No.6

I enter the bathroom and turn on the water; I test it with the back of my hand and then walk into the shower cubicle and throw my head back once it's warm enough. As the warm water caresses my bare body, I shut my eyes and run my fingers through my hair, my muscles relax from the day's tension.

I suppose I'll have to try to be cheerful about the situation: as much of a jerk as Martin is, at least he's attractive.

Martin is without a doubt the most attractive guy I've ever met. It's almost incomprehensible that he occupies the most important job ; I mean, he'd make a fine mayor

I'm not shocked he has such a bad reputation. He must transform all women's pants into a wet mess everytime he enters a room since he is powerful and gorgeous. And Martin's figure is just the kind I like to admire...

Just thinking about it makes me feel all tingly inside. I lay my hands over my breasts and press them, feeling my nipples tighten against the palms of my hands, chomping on my lower lip. I stretch down and across my stomach with one hand, then hold my breath as I reach for my clit with two fingers. As I push down on it, a jolt of electricity runs up my spine.

I'm curious about Martin's appearance behind those cut suits... I can envision cords of muscle flowing under his arms and shoulders, his muscular chest above a wall of stone-hard abs... I'm sure he has the type of abs that ladies can't stop licking. More than that, I'm sure he's concealing something significant between his legs.

Images of Martin's nude body dance behind my closed eyelids, and I begin massaging my clit harder. Hmm, if he were here right now with me, I wouldn't mind at all. As he washes over my body, I can almost feel his hands sliding down my back, his cock hardening as he crushes his body against mine.

"Mm..." I mutter gently, sliding my two fingers quickly and letting pleasure to flood my veins. I reach down to my pussy with my other hand, open my inner folds wide, and then insert my index finger into my wetness. I let out another groan, and I can feel my eyes rolling around in their sockets as bliss builds within my body, ready to explode at any moment.

Still closed my eyes, I envision Martin's embrace as warm water cascading over my bare body, and I can almost feel his erect cock pushed between my ass cheeks, need making it pulse and throb almost too fiercely.

I get it from thinking about his cock.

As an orgasm bursts within me, sending a column of heat up my spine, I clench my teeth and hiss through them. I stay frozen in place as pleasure makes my muscles quiver, and it is only after the ecstasy has flooded over me that I remove my hands from my pussy.

"God," I finally exhale as I open my eyes and take a long breath. I can't believe I was just thinking about Martin while I masturbated. I'm sure I'm going insane.

I hurriedly complete the dishes and exit the shower, wrapped in a huge cotton towel. Tiptoeing into my wardrobe, I examine all of the dresses on the rack and choose one that I believe would be ideal for the occasion: it's a stylish but sultry party dress, more than enough to impress all of the photo-hungry media. That will get their attention while also ensuring that I don't ruffle any feathers; after all, it is my duty to take the heat off Martin.

Martin's pov

This is insane.

It's not something I do.

I don't devote my whole life-every waking moment-to a single lady. And yet, here I am, in the backseat of alimo, on my way to pick up Arcadia, and I haven't stopped thinking about her since we first met.

Those ass make me want to pinch them. I'm only going to stop if I can get my cock between them. Those scumbags.

I'm going to squeeze them together and rub my cock over them.

I have a strong need to rub my cock on everything appealing.

need to maintain my composure.

The limo arrives at her residence.

She's waiting outside. Punctual.

Through the glass, I glimpse her and take her in with my gaze. She's dressed in a short, tight black cocktail dress that embraces all of her curves. It isn't too short; it is elegant. Her breasts sit like two beautiful scoops of vanilla ice cream at the top of her dress, and I believe they look delicious enough to eat. She is, as I already said, a real professional. She is very gorgeous.

I'm bombarded by her odor as soon as the driver opens the door and leads her in. It's flowery, and it fills the automobile with a sensual elegance. If it's possible to become intoxicated just by smelling someone, this is it.

"It's lovely to see you,"I

I see the beginnings of a grin on her lips as she rolls her eyes. "You have no idea who I am, except that I have these amazing tits and a tight outfit."

"That's not correct," I respond.

She chuckles. "Of course it is; men are so predictable; they try to be different, but they're all the same in the end."

She sounds tough, but no matter what she says, I can see I'm having an effect on her. Even though her defenses are plainly up, I know how to go past them.

She inquires, "How far are we from the restaurant?"