Yellow Dress

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Plot: A nsfw piece based off the izleme for episode 32 where Sanem enters the office in her yellow dress.

Sanem had had enough. There was a palpable sexual tension between her and Can and she knew he was too stubborn to do anything about it. Ever since they'd been locked in that freezer together and their closeness had hit them both in the core, Sanem couldn't stomach being alone with Can for even a second. Every time she walked into his office, she could feel his lingering gaze on her legs or her lips and vice versa. Can had brought back that bun that Sanem loved so much, his outfits returning to the fitted t-shirts and jeans that previously extenuated his bulging muscles. It was a game of who could attract the other's attention more prominently and it was safe to say, they were neck and neck.

For the first time in her life, Sanem was having dreams that left her flustered and wet to the core. When she awoke, she could feel his lingering touch across her body and that feeling repeated itself whenever she set her eyes on him. Despite wanting to focus on finishing her work before her official transfer to the office downstairs, Sanem found it hard to concentrate when all she could think of was the feeling of Can's back muscles under her delicate hands. He'd say something work related and all she could fathom was the feeling of those plump lips against hers, the addictive taste of him enveloping her senses.

And the same went for Can. He kept telling himself to get over his ongoing erection, but it was virtually impossible. Can had spent more time in the shower than ever before, his mind conjuring up images of Sanem that were ungodly. It was pretty embarrassing that every time Sanem walked past in a pair of shorts or with her midriff exposed, his body instantly reacted. He desperately wanted to grab her by the elbow and take her up against his door, but he knew he couldn't. It was a pride thing. She had lied to him, she had sold the scent that belonged to him therefore ... he needed her to come to him. He wanted her to just lean that little bit forward – silently beg for that kiss - and then that was that ... he'd be able to ravish her like he had always intended to.

However, Can's pride-filled desires were easier said than done. Especially when Sanem looked as sinful and sexy as she did. Despite reminding her that it was February and that she should wear more clothes to battle Istanbul's winter, Sanem had come to the office in a dress that had everybody's jaws dropping, much to Can's dismay. She had strut into the office with the attention of clawing at Can's attention. After running after him a countless number of times, Sanem was adamant that she wanted Can to come to her. The jealousy thing with Yigit didn't seem to be working and so, Sanem tried a new tactic - seduction.

After a thorough Google search on how exactly to seduce someone, Sanem had formulated her plan. Seduction wasn't something she had done before, obviously, but her web search hadn't made it look too hard. She'd spent an evening posing and cat-walking in front of her mirror – and her sister – and then decided to take the plunge (both metaphorically and literally) She had picked the most form-fitting (and short) outfit that she could find in her closet and paired it with some heels that showed off her perfectly toned legs.

At first, Can had been gobsmacked by the pure sight of her. She was in a yellow dress that was like the sun, demanding your attention by brightening your day. He even took the moment to admire her gorgeousness by taking off his glasses. She was breath-taking and it seemed he wasn't the only man in the office to notice. Her dress hugged every dip and curve of her body and settled snuggly against her ass, emphasising its perkiness. Can was always captivated by her backside. He was definitely an ass kind of man and he'd be lying if he said Sanem didn't have a glorious one.

As he thought of how much he wanted to fist the plentiful flesh of her butt in his hand, Can lips settled into a line once he felt the discomfort forming within his trousers. Desperately trying to cover up his raging boner from his colleagues, he quickly ghosted past Sanem without another glance in her direction. Because he knew, if he looked backward, he'd lose all self-constraint.

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