Jessica's upper body was draped over me, her arms supporting her as she gazed up at me with slightly reddened eyes. Her expression was a tantalizing mix of seduction and invitation as if she were coaxing me to give in to the desire between us.
"Alright, alright." I nodded helplessly in agreement.
Jessica joyfully buried her head in my chest, her tongue tracing over my skin.
I was caught between pain and pleasure—pain from the tickling sensation, like ants crawling and occasionally biting, and pleasure from the way her soft tongue brushed gently over my chest, especially when she focused on my nipples, making them hard with stimulation.
After about ten minutes, Jessica finally reluctantly got off me, and for a moment I felt relieved yet somewhat reluctant.
Jessica once again lay on top of me, her tone sounding like she was showing off. "How was it? My kissing skills are great, right?"
"Great, that was really enjoyable. But it's getting late, let's get up and get ready, or we'll be late for work," I said directly.
Jessica pouted, "I'm your boss, remember? Why are you making demands on me?"
"You're not my direct boss, Mia is. If she scolds me later, will you protect me?" I replied with a grin.
As we spoke, we walked towards the bathroom. Jessica stood at the washstand to freshen up, while I headed to the shower for a quick rinse.
She leaned against the washstand, one hand hugging her chest, the other brushing her teeth. Her eyes were constantly on me, watching me shower.
"If you want me to protect you, just say so. Mia and I are equals, I'm not afraid of her," she said, her voice slightly muffled by the toothbrush.
"Don't, it's better not to make things too tense between you two," I replied, rinsing off under the shower.
"You're quite considerate of us," she said, pausing for a moment. "But I have a question for you."
"Go ahead," I said, raising my head to endure the torrential shower, listening intently.
"I'm not my direct supervisor, yet you can have sex with me. Mia is your direct supervisor, and you have more opportunities to interact with her. Have you already slept with her?" she asked, her tone curious.
I was silent for a couple of seconds, then decided to be honest. "Yes, we have. Quite a few times."
"Wow, you're a bad man," she said, shaking her head with a teasing smile. "You not only harm women but also harm men."
"What the hell, clarify what you mean. How am I harming men?" I looked at Jessica, a bit defiant in my tone.
I was straight for God's sake! I only liked women!
"Mia has a fiancé. She's about to get married and you still have sex with her. Isn't that harming men? I thought you were just having sex with women even though you have a girlfriend," she explained.
Jessica was still brushing her teeth. Her words were a bit muffled, but clear enough for me to hear.
I had some objections. I admitted to harming women, after all, my biggest hobby at the moment was having sex with women.
But harming men? I didn't agree.
Why would I be said to harm men? If they couldn't satisfy their women, weren't they just waiting for me to do it?
"You're wrong. Mia's fiancé is not around. She also has physical needs, so I'm helping men," I said with a smirk."Helping men who can't satisfy their women. Isn't it better for women to sleep with me than to pay someone else?" I questioned.
At least, I was clean!
"You sleep with them for free?" Jessica said, finishing brushing her teeth and looking at me teasingly.
"What the hell? Who do you think you are looking down on? I have standards for women too!" I retorted, trying to justify myself.
"What do you think of Scarlett?" she suddenly asked.
"My sister-in-law? She's great—good-looking, good job, good personality," I answered honestly, giving a fair assessment.
And the purpose of my saying this was to prevent Jessica from suspecting that there was something fishy between Scarlett and me.
"Scarlett's also not getting any sexual satisfaction in her married life. Why don't you help her too?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
I finished showering, wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked over to Jessica, lifting my hand and giving her a playful slap on the butt.
"Nonsense. She's my sister-in-law. If I dare to have sex with her, it's a matter of ethics. If it gets out, we'll both be in trouble!" I said seriously.
"Don't worry, as long as it doesn't come out," she joked.
"But that's not okay. Forget about this idea, if I lose my dick, your happiness will disappear too. For the sake of your future sex life, keep it simple." With that, I pinned Jessica against the washstand, and the moment my dick touched her body, it gradually reacted.
I even viciously used my semi-erect dick to fiercely press between her legs, letting her feel my manhood once again.
Jessica's legs suddenly went weak, almost slipping to the ground in front of me.
I reacted quickly and pulled her into my arms.
"I have a question for you too," I whispered in her ear.
"What question? Just say it." Jessica hugged my neck, looking at me with a smile in her eyes.
"How's your relationship with Scarlett? Yesterday you were enthusiastically helping her move offices, and now you're instigating me to sleep with her. Isn't that harming her?"
Jessica chuckled. "I'm good friends with her, but I never intended to harm her."
"You're instigating me to sleep with her, leading her to cheat. Isn't that harm?" I looked at her incredulously.
"Well, I'm just trying to help her, right? Scarlett's beautiful and has a great job, but all she wants is a kid. It looks like your brother can't give her that," she started to explain.
"They've been married for about seven years, and they haven't had a child yet. If I hadn't seen him go into the men's restroom with my own eyes, I would have doubted if he had a dick," she continued, giving me a once-over. "But you're handsome, in good shape, with a good dick. You can satisfy Scarlett's sexual needs and her desire for a child. Isn't that great?"
"And both you and Scarlett are good-looking. Don't you want to have a beautiful and perfect child with Scarlett?" she added.
To be honest, I truly desired it, but I feared my genes were too dominant, and the child born might have resembled me too much, causing both Scarlett and me considerable distress!
"What do you mean to satisfy Scarlett's needs? My brother is a good man who comes home on time," I asked.