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I swallow the lump in my throat. “Uh-huh. Yes, I want it.” Did I just say that to his dick? Yes, I want that, too. Oh, my God, I want to run and hide.
It has been far too long since I have had what I would call good sex. Have I ever had good sex? I’m not even sure I’ve had an orgasm.
Mike was the only man I have ever been with, and he had a tiny penis. He was so small I often wondered if it was in yet. Jackson does not have that problem. Not at all. By the looks of it, he has no issues with satisfying a woman. Not to mention, the girl from the bathroom had a smile plastered on her face when I barged in on her and Jackson. She was practically begging him for more.
And now my curiosity has gotten the best of me. What Jackson and I had years ago was explosive, like two live wires connecting at the same time. I am looking forward to seeing what sparks between us this time.
Holding onto the arm of the chair, I push myself up to my feet, a little wobbly in these heels. I had bought them for a charity dinner I was supposed to attend with Mike. This is my first time breaking them in, and they’re a little tight. It also doesn’t help that Jackson makes my entire body tremble from the nervous anticipation of what is to come.
“I’ll see you at the end of the week, Dr. King,” I say, extending my hand across the desk.
He reaches out, clasping my hand in his, and brings it up to his lips, sending chills down my spine in the process. He stares at me the entire time he does this, acutely aware of the effect he has on me.
My panties are soaking wet, the thin lace barely enough to keep my juices from spilling down my leg. While Jackson can’t see the magic he’s working on my pussy, he can see my nipples protruding through the silky blue fabric of my dress. They’re like daggers pointed at him. And he doesn’t miss a thing.
He licks his lips once more. “I am going to enjoy working with you, Chloe.” Jackson walks around to my side of the desk and helps me to the door. Then, he leans down to whisper into my ear. “Wear something tight when you come back and without panties. Understand?”
The way he says it sounds like an order. I stop breathing for a second, the lack of oxygen making my head spin. Before I can get in another word, he opens the door and places his hand on my back. “Have a good night, Chloe. Don’t forget your first task as my new secretary.”
“Yes, I understand.” I know exactly what he’s getting at, and I like where this is going. “Goodnight, Dr. King,” I choke out as I step into the hallway, landing beside Alexa’s desk.
He waves and then closes the door in my face. This should be interesting. The sad part is I cannot wait until our n
ext encounter. Even though I know I should be terrified, I am excited. Since Jackson is now my boss, I plan to do whatever he wants, regardless of his request.
Chapter Eight
Jackson
All night I surfed the Internet for the latest porn. I watched countless videos, all with girls who reminded me of Chloe in some way. I could not get her out of my mind after she left my office the other night. She threw me so off my game I had Alexa cancel my appointments for the rest of the evening, so I could go home and take care of what her presence had done to me. Nothing worked.
It was as if the idea of her once again was my own special blend of Viagra. I have a sickness I don’t even bother to hide or deny. Chloe showing up after all these years only made things worse for me. My dick has been hard since she walked into my office. No matter how many times I jerk off, I cannot get this never-ending erection to go away.
As a doctor, even I am wondering how this is scientifically possible. She occupies my thoughts, which turns into me lusting over her, imaging what her pussy tastes like. Chloe may be my biggest weakness. Giving her the job was a mistake.
How can we work together when I am in this bad of shape from a quick interview?
Alexa knocks on the door, ripping me from my Chloe-filled daze. She stands in the entryway in a long dress with a collar up to her neck. I hate when she tortures me with these outfits, leaving so much to the imagination.
“Dr. King, sorry to interrupt. Chloe Fox is here. You said to send her in after she arrived, but I decided to give her a tour before I handed her over to you. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, not at all.” I consider standing up from behind my desk to greet Chloe, but I have to get ahold of myself first. “Send her in.”
Chloe waltzes into the room in high heels, a tight black mini skirt that reveals the definition in her legs, and a low-cut blouse that hugs her curves and flashes just enough cleavage to make me happy. She listened to my first order. I wonder if she complied with the second. Time to find out.
“Have a seat,” I say, pointing at the chair across from me. “Let’s get started.”
“Yell if you need me,” Alexa says, exiting my office with a wave and closes the door behind her.
“Lock the door,” I tell Chloe, “and then sit down.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, thinking my request over before she does as I command. Good girl.
Once she’s in front of me, I take in the sight of her, vulnerable and willing. She sucks in a deep breath, staring into my eyes as if she wants me. I know she does. We have unfinished business to handle. She knows it just as much as I do. Where we had left off barely scratched the surface.
I was a student professor, assisting my mentor with a second year psychology class as part of my Ph.D. program. He had offered me the job, and I knew I would be a fool to turn it down, despite my current course load. I had thought about walking away when it had become too much for me to juggle. Then, I saw Chloe.
She strolled into the study hall late, wearing short shorts that hugged her ass and a white spaghetti strap shirt that showed off her nipples. I will never forget the day I met Chloe. That day alone has been in my spank bank for so long I can recall every detail from memory—from the scent of her sweet perfume to the way she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and gave me a look that just about killed me.
