A/N : outfit one or two ? For a party/dinner. Thank you 🙈 I'm a little chubby sorry 😅😬
You kick off your heels in the nearby corner as you shut and lock the door to your apartment. Your feet ache as you step onto the padded carpet leading to your living room. You breathe a sigh of relief as you massage the back of your neck.
You had a hard day at work, your boss constantly nagging you, and you couldn't wait to get into a hot bubble bath with a sweet glass of wine. You turn the corner into your living room and are startled to see you are not alone.
There in your white sofa chair sits your boyfriend, Patrick. He's slouched back, legs spread wide, arm behind his head, with his fingers on his lips.
He's in nothing but a pair of glasses and white joggers that hang dangerously low on his hips revealing the band of his underwear that reads "Calvin Klein".
"Patrick." You gasp.
"Hi baby." His voice is low and seductive as he slowly swipes his index finger back and forth across his bottom lip. His eyes trail all over your body.
He had always liked you in your work uniform - a tight black pencil skirt with a pin stripe blouse that managed to hit all the right places on your body.
He slowly lifts himself up from the chair and saunters towards you in a slow stride. He still has his fingers on his lips. You wish he'd stop doing that. You inhale a sharp breath and forget to let it out when he finally stands in front of you.
"How was work?" The words roll off his tongue as he grips your hips and pulls you close. You can feel his warm, minty, breath wash over your face that makes your head spin. He had a way to make even the simplest of sentences sound sexy.
You sigh. You know he doesn't really feel like hearing about work and you don't really feel like telling him. Your mind is elsewhere.
"Good." You shrug. He doesn't question you further as you move your arms and lock them around his shoulders. He pulls you in impossibly closer so his crotch is pressed against yours.
He connects your lips in a slow, gentle kiss. When he finally pulls away he has to practically catch you so you don't lose balance.
"I didn't know you were coming over tonight." You're surprised you can even manage to form words let alone full sentences with the way he's pressed against you.
"I wanted to surprise you." He whispers in your ear as he places a small kiss to your ear. His hands move down to your ass and he gives it a light squeeze. That was one of your many, many weaknesses.
"You look so good." He breathes out. He kisses your jaw, neck, ear, then finally moves to your lips again.
"I'm definitely surprised." You gasp. "You look pretty fucking sexy yourself."
You watch his eyes light up through his crystal clear glasses. He smiles his million dollar smile at you and you practically come right then and there. How did you get so damn lucky? He always loved hearing you compliment him.
You pull back the elastic of his tight boxer briefs before letting it snap back against his skin. Patrick laughs lightly before bringing his lip between his teeth again. He did that a lot.
"You know I love this uniform on you." Patrick toys with the buttons on your blouse. He undoes two of them revealing your lacy, white, bra. He dips his head down and plants wet kisses on the top of your breasts. He licks into the cup of your bra before pulling away.
"But I think you look way better out of it."
He takes your hand and leads you down the hallway to your bedroom. You follow him like a lost puppy, hot on his trail, anxious for whatever he has planned for you.
