Page 60 of Pure Recklessness

It felt like I’d been electrocuted.

At first, I reasoned that it was because of the electricity coming from the laptop. But judging by the amount of times my dick had jerked when Eleanor started speaking about getting the narrators to personalise the dirty talk, I realised it couldn’t be that.

When I’d asked her to confirm that she imagined the narrator saying ‘come for me’ and I mentioned her name, my cock hardened.

None of this made sense though. Like I’d said before, she wasn’t my type.

‘Oh my God!’ Eleanor ignored my hand and threw her arms around me.

I froze.

Fuck.

I’d never been this close to her.

Her sweet vanilla scent flooded my nostrils. It reminded me of fresh madeleines in a Parisian café.

Fucking delicious.

There was nothing vanilla about the thoughts racing through my mind though.

Eleanor’s full breasts were pressed against my body and my dick immediately let me know that it approved.

Way too much.

‘You’re welcome.’ I stepped back, cleared my throat then quickly returned to my seat. Sitting behind my desk would help to conceal my cock which was thickening at an alarming rate.

‘Sorry!’ She winced. ‘I didn’t mean to overstep. I’m just so happy! And grateful. This really means a lot to me. Now I can stay in London.’

‘Good,’ I said, keeping my tone neutral. ‘I’ll inform Melissa so she can formalise your appointment.’

‘Amazing!’ she gushed.

‘I’ve Airdropped your presentation onto my computer,’ I added, ‘so I’ll discuss it with my brothers first and will be in touch. Welcome to Sated.’

‘Thanks again.’ She smiled and seeing the way her face lit up sent another jolt of arousal shooting through me. Fuck. ‘I’ll leave you to it.’

She literally skipped out of the office and of course my traitorous eyes scanned her arse.

This was ridiculous.

Now would be a good time to rearrange the ‘meeting’ with Mirabelle that I’d had to cancel when I was called to the Paris office for a meeting about the lingerie issues.

I was horny before, but now my sexual frustration was reaching critical levels.

One phone call and one evening with Mirabelle would be all it took to solve my problem though.

Yes.

Tonight couldn’t come soon enough.

24

ELLIE

‘See you tomorrow,’ I said to Calista as I switched off my computer and picked up my bags.

‘Thanks for your help today, Ellie. You off out tonight?’ she asked.