The Lady in Red

The Edge

       "There are so many people here!" Nat exclaims with wide eyes that scan the crowd.

Adam's coworkers are wearing dress-up attire and are drinking either champagne or cocktails. They mingle with each other to make conversation about work and small-world problems that could be solved quite easily. Adam wraps his arm around Nat's waist.

       "Are you uncomfortable?" He leans down to whisper in her ear.

       Nat looks up at him with an excited look beaming in her eyes, "Not at all. I just didn't know you worked with so many people."

       "It's a big office," Adam chuckles.

       "What is it exactly that you do?" Nat glances at him, then back at the bustling crowd.

 Adam waves to a coworker. 

       "This is a law firm. So basically, law stuff," he laughs.

Nat nods and grabs champagne from a passing waiter. She looks to Adam to take in his handsome attire. He wears a well-fitting, dark blue dress suit with a pair of black dress shoes. A grey tie, the shade of ocean spray crashing against jagged rocks, accents the ensemble. His gorgeous black hair is slicked back, a few unruly curls stick out here and there. With his hair pushed back, she can see that the sides of his head are shaved. She feels under dressed in her black long sleeve, knee-length dress and silver heels. Her hair is pulled up in a bun and her makeup is minimal.

       "You look gorgeous," Adam leans into her ear and whispers, as if he read her mind. 

His hand rests on her lower back. He slowly moves his hand over to her hip and squeezes it firmly. The touch sends tingles down her legs.

Nat is about to open her mouth and say something sly when Adam pulls her to the side of the room. He stands behind her against the wall beside a filing cabinet. Any view of her side is covered by the cabinet, and other people stand to the side of Adam. He pertly smacks her ass. She gasps lightly at the action, then looks around the room, panicked at the thought that anyone could see them. Not that she would feel ashamed, but she wouldn't want to risk his job just because they're horny. Adam planned this out, she realizes. He knew no one would be able to see their tangled touches from this corner.

Once again, he smacks her ass. She looks up at him from under her eyelashes. Hunger sits behind her eyes as she sees a smirk stretch on his lips.

Adam's boss takes everyone's attention at the front of the room, clinking his glass with a ring on his finger, rather than a spoon.

       "I just want to thank you all for being here tonight, coworkers and guests-" he smiles- "We've done impressively well this quarter..."

His words about the office and their skyrocketing numbers drone out of Nat's ears as she feels Adam's hand teasingly creep up the back of her thigh. His skin barely touches her, and it sends ripples of shivers across her skin. Her face flushes with heat.

His hand finds its way under the back of her skirt, to her bare buttocks. He squeezes one, then rubs the other gently. He draws his hand back down to the back of her thigh and squeezes it. He draws it back up to her heat to find that she isn't wearing any panties. Full of pleasant surprise, he lightly rubs one finger around her entrance, then draws it farther forward to rub her clit slowly.

Her face blushes crimson, red as a rose, as she pushes her weight against his hand. Her muscles tense, full of satisfaction from the contact.

Adam removes his hand momentarily. He meets her sideways gaze as he nonchalantly slips his middle finger into his mouth to lubricate it. He returns his attention to the front of the room before he places his hand between her legs again. He rubs one finger against her entrance, this time feeling her soak him. His pants stretch, taut against his waist as blood rushes to his member. He steps forward slightly to rub himself against her, letting her know she makes him feel this way. A light moan escapes her throat. The noise she makes is drowned out by people chuckling at the boss's jokes and speech. She leans her head back against Adam's sturdy chest and tries not to let her knees buckle as he inserts the finger inside of her. He's so gentle, so light with his touch. It makes her crave more. She presses herself back against his hardness as he inserts a second finger. His fingers are covered in her wetness as he brings them in and out of her at a leisurely pace. She fights to regulate her breathing. He moves his index finger to her clit and rubs it gently, but firmly, as his middle finger remains inside her, moving at a slow pace. Her walls tighten and pulsate around him.

Nat feels herself reaching the edge, she feels the pressure in her groin build more and more as his fingers begin to move quicker. She holds her breath when he uses both his fingers to rub her clit in sure, fluid circles. He slips the tip of his thumb inside her. The pleasure rushes through her body and she closes her eyes, ready to collapse on his fingers and into his palm.

But instead, he removes his fingers from her completely and fixes the back of her dress.

She lets out a frustrated shriek, causing a few people to turn their heads and look at them.

       "I stepped on her foot," Adam smiles to them. "Accidentally."

       Nat seethes through her teeth, "Accidentally, my ass."

She crosses her arms over her chest as frustration courses through her. Adam lets out a laugh and wraps his arm around her waist. She lets out an irritated sigh.

       "Don't be angry," he kisses her shoulder. "Just consider it payback for our first encounter, sweetie."

Nat huffs and raises a brow at him. Her frustration fills Adam with boyish glee. The boss's speech ends. She grabs another champagne class, needing to wash down her vexation. She had not expected him to bring her to the edge and then draw her back.

After a few minutes of feeling her body flush and her groin ache, she decides she likes the sensation. This little tease  made her want him even more than she would if he had finished her off. She watches Adam as he walks a few feet away from her, smirk on his face, to greet his boss. They exchange a few words, pleasantries about his wonderful speech and about what a nice party this turned out to be. Nat sees them shake hands and break apart. She thinks about the fact that that he used the same hand he pleasured her with to shake his boss's hand, and this makes too many dirty visions flood her mind. Adam comes back to Nat and smiles wide.

      "Are you ready to go? There isn't much reason to stick around after the speech, I told him we have other engagements," Adam grabs her hand, then kisses her knuckles.

       "Let's go back to my place," Nat offers with squared shoulders. She'll play his games, better than he can.

       Want and lust shadow his eyes, "Lead the way then, mademoiselle."

They leave hand in hand. Nat's going to show him what game they're really playing, and she'll show him that she's winning.