I mentally swore, seeing there were no panties in my draw suitable to wear to work. I easily shrugged it off as I pulled my ripped jeans. Doing up the waist a velvet voice brought me out of my head war.
“You are wearing panties under those tight jeans?” I turned to see him still reading his book, as if I was only hearing things, when his eyes flashed up I knew he did speak. “Are you?”
“Yes.” I swallowed hard, my voice shaky as I spoke.
“Are you sure about that?” He stated, placing his book down next to him.
“Yes.” I tried to sound convincing, but the flash that glinted through his eyes, told me other wise. I turned away from him to change into the top I choose out.
“So,” his voice was right behind me now. “If I was to do this,” he whispered as his hands found my stomach and travelled one down. “I would find you with panties on?” He asked, as his teeth grazed my ear. No words came out of my mouth, and now he was absolutely sure I was lying to him.
“Not going to defend yourself now?” He hummed against my neck, as he undid the bottom of my jeans and unzipped the fly. “If I find that you are lying to me, I won’t be nice.”
He circled one arm around my body, holding me to his chest, while a hand trailed down my stomach and into my jeans. My breath hitches as I felt his fingers graze my clit.
“Well, well, well, the kitten was lying.” He tutted.