Silk: The Complete Trilogy

Sexual Tension

It's late. Eleven forty-two to be exact.

They have been here all day and there is still so much work left to be done. They are exhausted from a long, hard day at work and eager to get home so comfort can be found in their beds.

Despite their tiredness, sexual tension is in the air. This sexual tension causes a brick-hard erection to develop at the crotch of his pants. It causes her juices to flow like the Nile River. Jermaine stares at her as her head is buried deep in paperwork for the latest case the firm has spent two months diligently working on. She works so hard for what she wants. He admires that trait in a woman.

Jermaine's eyes have a mind of their own as they travel down to her succulent and juicy breasts. She wears a tightly-fitted shirt that leaves very little to one's imagination.

He wants to jump across the table and pounce on her like a lion hungry for its prey. He craves what lies between those thick, but nicely toned thighs. He has had it once. He knows he can have it again.

The wedding band on his ring finger reminds him of his dilemma. He is married. He has been for six years. He has two little angels despite the doctor's predictions of his wife never being able to bear children.

Yes, he has it all. He has everything a man could ever desire. He knows men who would kill for a loving spouse, two beautiful kids, a two-story home that's already fully paid for, and expensive cars. To top that, he has a profession he has dreamed of succeeding in ever since he was a child.

But all of these things couldn't possibly be enough for a man. Here he sits fanaticizing and lusting for a woman who isn't his wife.

He wants her. He craves her. He wants her to scream out his name over and over again while he takes her to her sexual peak.

She's aware of his desire. She wants him also. Madison can feel Jermaine's eyes staring down at her double-D breasts as he pretends to be reviewing a document. She enjoys making his mouth water. She knows he would move mountains in order to pop one of her nipples in his mouth.

Madison almost giggles with delight at the game they play with one another. He is well aware of how much she wants him. And she notices how much his body craves her, just by observing the thrusts from his dick through his slacks.

If only he weren't married. Madison promised herself a long time ago that married men would not seduce her any longer. Jermaine's sexy, dark chocolate body made her renegotiate that promise as soon as she saw his face six months ago when she began working as the firm's new secretary. Everything about his body screamed "sex appeal". He had the body of a model and the brains of a genius.

He flips a page of the document, still pretending that he is reading. His muscles make Madison's river wetter than ever as it drips down from her canal, sticky and wet. She wants to run her fingers over his well-toned six-pack abs. She desires even more to smack his juicy ass as he tongues down her nipples.

Madison places her pencil down and stretches back in her chair. Out the corner of her eye, she catches the slight glimpse he gives her. He is fighting everything inside of himself not to sex her right there on the conference table.

She resumes her position in the chair and continues her work. He follows her lead and does the same. He silently coaches his member down below to chill so his excitement won't be so easily noticed. This method fails incredulously. He is still erect and hard as a brick.

The sexual energy shared between them drives her insane. She wants him to give into her. She wants to be his.

Madison brings her cup of coffee to her lips, only to purposely spill some of it down her shirt. She quickly places the cup down and is greeted by Jermaine, who jumps over the table to hand her a napkin.