Eleanor sighed dramatically, her breath warm against my neck as she pulled back slightly, her arm still wrapped around my shoulder.
Then, with a fluid motion, she stood and circled around me, her dress swishing with every step, the scent of her perfume—rich, musky, intoxicating—filling the air between us.
She settled herself onto my lap, sideways, her ass deliberately pressing against my crotch, the heat of her body seeping through the fabric of my pants. I could feel my cock twitching in response, hardening despite my best efforts to remain neutral.
She leaned in, her face inches from mine, her eyes dark with mischief and desire. The scent of her—expensive perfume, arousal, power—was overwhelming, intoxicating.
She gently caressed my face with one finger, her touch light but possessive, her nail tracing the outline of my jaw. "Ok…" she murmured, her voice smooth as silk, her lips curling into a smirk. "I won't make things difficult for you…"
