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CHAPTER 4
Hunter
Fuck me.
Morgan Davis was most certainly not a man.
Not with those curves that swayed for days.
Not with her gorgeous brown waves that begged to be pulled.
Not with those bright green eyes that dared me to grab that pretty little throat and punish those lips with my kiss.
And not with those big, beautiful tits that screamed for me to bend her over my desk and fuck her right then and there.
When she’d walked in, I’d braced myself for another young, inexperienced, male college graduate, the kind who spoke in hashtags and lived for social media validation, but Morgan was nothing like that.
Elaine had failed to mention anything about her, not even that she was a woman for fucking Christ’s sake.
Instead of some vapid teenager, she was all business, her demeanor exuding confidence and professionalism, yet there was an undercurrent of something else, something that was making my cock rock hard. It was refreshing and, admittedly, a bit disarming.
I wasn’t used to that.
The truth was that I was used to being the one in control, the one who set the tone of the meeting, and she hadn’t allowed that. With her, it felt like a chess game where each of us was carefully planning our next move, trying to gain the upper hand, and neither of us had emerged the victor.
And damn if that didn’t intrigue me.
The way she’d spoken, how she’d held her ground against my arguments, it was a rare occurrence in my world. Most people tended to agree with me, either because of my position or because they didn’t dare to challenge me. But Morgan, she hadn’t just agreed with me. She’d pushed back, her arguments sharp, her insights cutting through the usual bullshit.
It was refreshing, in a way.
I’d noticed the way she looked in that outfit too—professional, yet undeniably fucking tempting. It clung to her body in all the right places, accentuating a figure that was unquestionably unprofessional, the kind of figure that demanded I put her down on her knees where she fucking belonged, like the pretty little slut she was, and fucked her mouth while her beautiful tits heaved up and down with her ire.
Fuck.
The image of her on her knees had made my cock rock hard, and it was taking everything in me to keep my cool. My dick was so hard that it ached. My balls felt like two large basketballs that were filled with too much air. I leaned my head back with a groan.
I wasn’t going to get any work done like this.
In an effort to calm down my cock, I lightly stroked my hand over the fabric of my shirt, stopping when my fingertips brushed against the leather of my belt.
Morgan Davis needed to be taught a lesson and badly.
I couldn’t. I needed this business deal. I couldn’t let my uncle’s name smear mine, couldn’t let him drag my business through the mud, not when it could help multitudes of people out there.
The stakes were too high, and the risks too great. I needed this business deal with Morgan Davis and her PR firm. I needed her in my employment. The advancements we were making in nanotechnology could revolutionize industries, improve environmental sustainability, and advance medical treatments. I couldn’t let my uncle’s tarnished legacy cast a shadow over these aspirations.
The scandals and rumors that swirled around my family name thanks to my uncle’s actions were already a threat to everything I had built. I had worked tirelessly to distance myself and my company from his murky dealings, to establish a reputation of integrity and innovation. Bringing Morgan’s firm on board was a crucial step in reinforcing that reputation, in steering the narrative away from the shadows of the past and towards the promise of the future.
Moreover, it wasn’t just about my company. It was about the people who depended on me—my employees, my partners, the communities we served. They were all counting on me. A misstep now, especially one of this magnitude, could jeopardize everything. I couldn’t afford distractions, no matter how enticing they might be.
My dick didn’t listen to my head though, which was really fucking irritating.
Instead, my cock throbbed even harder at the thought of bending her over, pushing her skirt up out of the way, baring her bottom, and welting that big, beautiful ass until there were pretty little tears streaking her beautiful face.
This wasn’t helping.
