Fantasies

Red Velvet

Does anyone else have a dessert that you just can't pass up? One that makes you drool just thinking about it. One that you'd basically kill for because it's just sooo good..

Mine just happens to be red velvet. I can't tell you when the obsession started but between the moist red cake, the rich chocolate chips and the sweet, sweet cream cheese frosting, it's like an orgasm in every bite. How can you say no to that?!

"Hey Camila" my co-worker Shawn says as he walks up to me, dressed to the nines in a charcoal gray fitted suit, and white button down shirt, no tie.

Damnit. No tie.

Let's just put it this way, I'm very VERY attracted to Shawn. His rich, brown curls, golden hazel eyes, kissable lips and his body. Don't even get me started on his body (heart eyes). Shawn is like the human equivalent of red velvet. Although I have yet to taste him, I fantasize about him, just about as much as I do red velvet and sometimes; when their both in my dreams.... Well....that's an out of body experience I can't rightly describe.

I'm silently pouting to myself as I watch him talk to me that he's not wearing tie because in my fantasies, his tie is wrapped around my wrists then tied to my bed frame while he slowly worships my body. My body hums and flushes a deep red just thinking about. Like red velvet red.

Oh god! I think I have a problem. One that only one of two things can fix.

"Shawn..." I pipe up, interrupting his sexy face from rambling.

"Yes Mila."

"Are you still planning on coming over on Friday night to watch the game?" I ask.

"The game?" He responds puzzled.

"The game Shawn; The. Game." I emphasize.

"Ohhhh yes! The. Game." He smirks in realization. "Yes I'm still planning on coming over the watch the game." He winks and my heart starts beating a mile a minute; butterflies erupt in my stomach.

Shawn and I have secretly been seeing each other for over six months now. Dating is not forbidden between co-workers at our job, but since we are an office of mostly young professionals, the last thing we wanted to do was start a gossip train that caused more drama than we were willing to deal with.

We decided about four months ago to be exclusive and it was the best decision we've made. We still have yet to cross 'home plate' if you will; but the thoughts I'm having right now are so sinfully delicious, I'd let him take me right on my desk if he could.

I've decided this weekend when he stays over to 'watch the game' that I'm going to make him an offer I know he can't refuse. I'm done with the "almosts" and going straight for the home run.

"Good! I can't wait to see you." I purr seductively as I give him a wicked grin. I watch his body react and his cock tense in his pants and I can't help but bite my lower lip in excitement and awe of what I have planned.

"I'll bring the cupcakes and the pizza." He swallows nervously as he tries to keep his growing cock at bay.

Looking back up at him with my big doe eyes, I let out a sexy little giggle as I watch his cheeks blush. "I'll get the booze and the game; baby." I whisper.

Standing up I check to make sure the coast is clear before closing in on him.  I feel him stiffen, but then relax as I slyly run my hands down his toned chest and bring my lips up to his ear. I hear him stifle a moan as I slowly grab the buckle of his belt.

"Baby." He whispers into my neck. "What are you doing?" He silently pleads as my hands glide back up his chest.

"Oh nothing." I quietly hum nonchalantly against the hollow of his ear. I let my hand dip right where he wants it and watch his body try not to react as he swallows back a groan.

"What are you doing to me Mila?" He asks weakly, trying to focus on not losing it inside my cubicle, his eyes rolling back trying to resist me.

"Whatever you want." I wink looking him in the eyes.

"Fuck!" He curses almost silently as I reach back up to his ear, gently kissing his neck as I go.

"Hmmm....not here Mr. Mendes..." I hum.

"This weekend, if you're lucky. Don't forget the cupcakes." I say.

Pushing him away playfully, I walk back and sit at my desk, letting my skirt ride up just enough; biting my lip; watching him squirm.

He shoots me a hooded look at he turns on his heel to go back to his desk.

"Oh and Shawn?" I call out innocently.

"Yes Camila." He says.

"Bring my favorite tie. The red one with the white stripes." I pause before adding "You're gonna need it."

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Part 2 anyone?!?