My Alluring CEO-Chapter 32 desire

Emily believed that if she were to betray her husband and satisfy Jack’s needs, no woman could compete with her.

She had that confidence, but she never had the determination to take that step, not even accepting helping Jack masturbate, let alone furthering their relationship.

Thinking that there was no room for reconciliation between her and Jack, Emily felt some regret.

She shouldn’t have been so impulsive just now. After all, Jack was just a twenty-year-old young man, with no self-control in the face of temptation from women.

And she had been a bit harsh on Jack. Perhaps if she had satisfied Jack’s physical needs a bit, he wouldn’t have easily fallen into the arms of other women. Thinking about it, Emily couldn’t help but feel a bit ticked off at Jack.

In her efforts to assist Jack with his physical needs, she had made significant sacrifices. Not only did she refrain from blaming him for secretly observing her body, but she also permitted him to masturbate in her presence. But he just didn’t get what she was trying to do.

Her storming off earlier was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. If Jack would just say sorry, she’d let it slide.

But Jack didn’t seem to care, and that stung Emily the most.

Maybe Jack was just into her body. If she couldn’t keep up with what he wanted, he’d probably bail, just like Hunter did.

Lost in her thoughts, Emily suddenly saw Hunter pop up in front of her. She jumped, took a couple of steps back, frowned, and said, "No thanks, I need some alone time."

Regarding Jack, Emily felt both dissatisfaction and sorrow, while her feelings towards Hunter were solely of disgust. At least Jack didn’t bug her like this.

Even though Emily looked disgusted, Hunter wasn wasn’t about to give up. He checked her out and said, "Something wrong? You can tell me. If I can help, I will."

Emily was rocking a white shirt under a black blazer that was practically bursting at the seams. She had on a super short skirt, black stockings, and black heels, showing off her mature allure.

She looked like she was in her twenties, but her expression exuded a distinctive allure characteristic of a mature woman.

Every time Hunter saw Emily, he got hard.

All he wanted was to strip her down, shove his cock into her, pound away, and then cum inside her.

"No thanks, stop bothering me. I’m married. Give it up," Emily said, disgusted by Hunter’s wandering eyes.

"It doesn’t matter at all. I’ve been with plenty of married women," Hunter shot back. "Besides, your husband’s always away. Why not have some fun with me? I promise you’ll love it!"

"Get lost!" Emily snapped, slapping him hard before turning to walk away.

Hunter stood there, stunned, holding his face.

What was up with today?

First, Jessica slapped him at her door, then Barbara at the bar, and now Emily.

How did he end up getting slapped by three hot women in one day?

But Emily’s slap didn’t kill Hunter’s desire; it just made him want her more as neither Jessica nor Barbara were women he could mess with; only Emily seemed relatively easier to handle. One day, when he finally got Emily, he’d make sure she knew just how powerful he was. The next day, Jack headed to work. After a hectic morning, he was taking a breather when he got a text from Eva, asking him to swing by her office.

It seemed like Eva was feeling frisky again and wanted some action.

Just thinking about it made Jack’s cock twitch.

When he got to her door, he had a sudden urge to see what she was up to.

So he gently pushed the door open a crack and peeked inside. Then the next moment, he felt a rush of blood to his head, his mind went blank, and his cock instantly stood erect. Eva was sitting on the sofa, holding a pair of stockings, getting ready to change. The stockings in her hands were super thin, light gray, and looked smooth as silk.

Jack held his breath, watching as Eva crossed her right leg over her left, pressed her right leg with her right hand, bent down, grabbed the heel of her high heel with her left hand, and slipped off the shoe.

Then she slid both thumbs into the top of her stocking, quickly pushed it down, lifted her leg slightly when it reached her calf, and turned the stocking at the heel.

Eva lifted her left leg over her now bare right leg, took off the high heel on her left foot, and removed the stocking from that leg too.

Standing barefoot, Eva lifted her right leg onto a chair and picked up a new stocking. The stocking was long and hung down as she slowly rolled it up with both hands until it formed a circle.

Eva’s right toes pointed up as she slipped on the stocking, then pulled it up with both hands, aligning the seam with her toes and pulled it back.

Except for her bare foot and heel, the front of her foot was now covered by the stocking.

Eva pulled the stocking over her heel, creating a beautiful curve.

Her right foot was now wrapped in the stocking, and she used her hands to smooth it out, ensuring there were no wrinkles, then slowly pulled the stocking up until it merged with her leg.

She then massaged her right leg, smoothing out the stocking, revealing a perfect light gray stocking-clad leg.

The light gray stocking on her leg created such a beautiful sight. Compared to the other leg, the one in stockings was more alluring because it exuded a hazy beauty.

Eva put her right foot back into a high heel, repeated the process with the other leg, then slipped her left foot into a high heel.

Lifting her skirt gently, Eva revealed a pair of fully stocking-clad legs, from toe to thigh, like a work of art.

Jack noticed that after Eva put on the stockings, she began unbuttoning her top, revealing a strapless bra underneath.

Eva turned around and unhooked the bra clasp behind her, replacing it with a black bra. When Eva turned back around, Jack saw that the bra was made of completely transparent thin gauze. Her enticing perky breasts were clearly visible under the sheer fabric, showing her nipples.

Next up was changing her panties. Eva slipped on a black pair, and what really got Jack going was that these black panties were crotchless.