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But when her eyes met him, she felt a tingle of heat wash over her as he stared hungrily at her and then at her legs. Blushing furiously, she tried to tug her skirt down but felt a firm grip on her wrist before she could. "Leave it," he murmured, sending shivers up her spine.

Two knocks at the door broke her out of the spell, and she quickly gathered herself, lowering her skirt and went over to the door doing up her zip as well. This was her chance to get out of there. Opening it, she was just one of the Finance team dropping off updated Documents for her promotion. Rushing to close the door, she spun around to face Charlie and found his furious gaze focused on her. His disappointment was palpable.

A man, not her husband, was making her feel the need to flaunt her body to satisfy him. Lust was taking over as she walked back toward him. Locking her gaze with his, she deliberately let her zipper fall open, followed by tugging at her skirt as it rode dangerously high up her thighs, further this time, revealing a glimmer of her lace thong beneath.

Enjoying the show, Lottie was putting on, he pulled her chair out for her to take a seat, and as she sat down and pulled close to the desk and went for the mouse, Charlie let his hand fall to her thigh, not gripping it tightly but enough that she'd have no way of ignoring it. Lottie was lost in lust for the man next to her and went to place her hand on his when two more knocks came at the door. Rage surged through Lottie as the door opened, revealing Harry standing behind it. Contempt for her husband filled her veins, intense and consuming - how dare he interrupt her from enjoying another man's touch!

Her heart sank with shame as she realised what had just gone through her head. Had she just had contempt for her husband run through her veins. "did they drop off my payslip?" harry asked. Unknowing of the storm going on in Lottie's head.

"Ugh, n-no, sorry, it was just about my promotion." Lottie stammered a response, tightening her lips as she felt the pressure of Charlie's hand creeping further and further up her thigh, with her husband standing right there.

Harry enquired hesitantly. "Everything else okay? You guys need any help?"

Charlie stepped in with a fake smile. "All fine here. We're making some real progress," His hand slid up her thigh while harry was oblivious to what Charlie was doing to his wife. He kept his hand firmly on her trembling thigh, squeezing tighter with every word. "I think we just need to try a couple of new things, and we'll be there." Nerves settled on Harry but saw Lottie look from Charlie to him and knew she could handle herself. Relief washed over Lottie as harry turned and left.

Charlie's mocking laughter filled the air as he said, "You actually got angry at your husband?"

Without warning, Lottie let out a loud growl and slapped Charlie's hand away from her thigh. She spat back, "Shut up, Idiot. Get out now. I'm done helping you!" Her words hung heavy in the air as she Got up, went to the door, and reached for the handle.

"We both know I didn't do anything you didn't like. You can't blame me for your husband interrupting us." Lottie's face blushed, knowing Charlie was right. She was enjoying it. "You can kick me out, or you can lock that door and come sit down. We have a presentation to finish." Her head felt foggy, and she could feel her chest tighten. She reached for the door handle and twisted it before quickly stepping away from it. Her breathing became shallow as she made her way to the desk and lowered herself into the chair. As if in a trance, she grabbed Charlie's hand and placed it on her thigh, allowing him to brush against her thong.

Charlie took the mouse and moved to the next slide, gently running his hand up her thigh. He could feel her tense beneath his touch, **** for the fabric to be out of the way so that he could get closer. She was no longer the boss in the room. Her eyes were shut, just savouring every movement Charlie made when she opened them to look at him and glanced down to his crotch. to the tent forming slowly in his trousers.

She did the only thing she could at the moment and reached out. Tingles spread up her arm as she caressed him through his clothes. Her knuckles brushed against the zipper on his trousers as she ran them over his erection. Charlie's muscles tensed as Lottie gently pulled down the zipper of his pants, her long fingers grasping eagerly for what lay beneath. His hardened member flung out, and for the first time in seven years, Lottie's eyes feasted on a cock other than her husband's. Every inch of him was everything she had wanted and needed at that moment, urging her to explore this forbidden territory.

"I've needed this, Lottie," As he spoke, he took his hand from her thigh and ran it along her back while his other cupped his balls as Lottie desperately stroked him. If someone had been able to enter, it would have been evident to them in a heartbeat the lust in the room from both. But Lottie had made sure that there would be no further interruptions this time.

"Shut up," Lottie interrupted. "No talking from you." With long, sure strokes, she pumped his enormous cock. The veins bulged as her hand slid along the length of him. Each stroke brought a surge of blood to him and stiffened it more. Lottie's breathing grew short and shallow as they stimulated each other with fierce intensity. A **** plea escaped her lips, "Cum for me, Charlie." desperately desiring his release. "Do it for me." His body arched next to hers as his orgasm flooded through him.

Lottie didn't hesitate, dropping her lips to his cock and taking it in as deep as she could, which surprised her by only being able to take half of him into her mouth. When that happened, she took his cum into the back of her throat, swallowing it with a gulp and enjoying the taste. She made sure he was left gasping and panting before looking up at him. "Don't say a word to harry," came the warning.

"I believe I can handle it," Charlie replied confidently. "Thanks for making sure we didn't make a mess, and I think you better get yourself tidied up. I will head home early if that's okay with you, boss."

"Go ahead. Don't even think about doing something similar again 'cause I don't know what got into me today, but it's not happening again, I guarantee it."

As Charlie left her, Lottie slumped in her chair, now cloaked back in her cardigan. Reality crashed down on her -- she had just betrayed Harry's trust far more than she ever thought possible. She knew there was no way she could live a lie. She had to tell him the truth and accept whatever consequences came with it. No matter what felt good at the moment, she'd crossed a line today with Charlie. Why though? Charlie didn't make her feel as amazing as when Harry touched her or seemed as interested in pleasing her. It was all about Charlie -- he just wanted to use Lottie for his gain, but even that sent a thrill through her body.

"Let's get going," Harry said from the doorway without knowing that a night of revelations lay ahead. "Take away?"