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I hope you’re okay, wherever you are.
I could’ve taken care of you if you’d let me.
I could take care of you now.
My cock swells as I picture her, naked and gorgeous, spread out right here on my desk. Fuck, she tasted so fucking sweet. It takes all my effort not to loosen my belt and fist my cock.
I scroll through the employee names of the first company in Houston. I’m encouraged to see they have photos of their people on the website.
Eleanor Beatty, Vice President
Veronica Stratton, Financial Strategist
Janet Eames, Customer Relations
They look like they’re each pushing sixty.
Anyway, they’re not her. Not even close.
The next name on the list doesn’t have a photo. Jasmine Flaherty, Finance Intern.
Maybe that’s the job title they give they’re new graduates. So I start googling her name. There’s an Instagram page. The girl is round-faced with short red hair.
Fuck.
I’m losing my mind.
I have more important things to think about right now than a nubile virgin—or at least she was yesterday, and how is it possible that was last night?—who had me wrapped around her pretty little finger at first glance.
I try to imagine her life outside work and my head fills with a hypothetical Instagram feed with pictures of her in Daisy Dukes and cowboy boots, looking fucking adorable.
Pull it together, Maddox.
Usually I’d get my driver to take me home, but I gave him the night off, knowing I’d probably be working late.
I grab a cab, staring out the windows into the dark streets. I hate that all I can think about is the dreamy little stranger who fucking ghosted me.
She was beautiful in a way I’ve never seen before, or felt. Her thoughts were beautiful. Kind-hearted and aspirational, like she’d never had a mean-spirited emotion in her life. Her green eyes glimmered when she talked about something she was excited about.
Every single thing about her was beautiful. Sexy and beguiling. Her face. Her voice. Her laughter. Her body—holy hell.
She made me smile. She made me realize I don’t smile very often, because I spent the whole time I was with her grinning like a lovestruck fool.
My Texan girl was beautiful all the way down to her soul.
And now she’s gone.
I take the elevator up to my two-story seventeenth-floor Park Avenue penthouse. I don’t bother turning the lights on. The city lights outside the wall of windows and the low lights that sense my presence are enough.
Everything about the space is clean lines. Shiny black marble surfaces. Dark wood. Expansive windows to take in the New York skyline.
This place is my sanctuary and it’s luxurious as fuck. No expense has been spared. There’s a large outdoor patio with a jacuzzi. Five bedrooms. A home office I hardly ever use. A state of the art gym. An Olympic-sized pool on the fifth floor.
Usually, as soon as I enter this space, it calms me. But tonight all I can do is compare it to the penthouse suite in Hawaii.
The apartment feels empty.
My brain is being hijacked by thoughts of tongue-fucking Tex on my deluxe couch. Taking her to bed and sliding my cock deep inside her tight, perfect pussy until she’s spasming around me.
