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Something slams into my chest and I’m literally knocked off my feet, the force of this woman sending me hurtling into my chair. Gripping the edge of the desk, my breath tries to choke me, hot and primal as she walks toward me.
She’s…
She truly is…
Perfect.
And mine. She’s perfect and mine.
I know it the second I see her, with her unruly chocolate brown hair tied in a ponytail, wisps of hair curling around her forehead, begging me to smooth them back into place.
Her eyes are aimed downward, a startling emerald green.
Her body is all curves, gorgeous tempting curves, ample round breasts outlined in her white shirt and hips made for grabbing, for massaging, for holding as I ram my starving manhood into her tight hot hole.
Fuck.
I’m feral, close to the edge.
I could bend her over and take her right here, tear down those tight pants and claim her tightness. Or maybe I wouldn’t even tear them down. Maybe I’d rip a hole in them, exposing her sex, and take her like the animal she’s making me.
When she comes to a stop at the edge of my desk – her hands clasped with adorable nervousness in front of her – I almost announce it all right here.
I almost tell her she’s mine and she always will be.
That feeling I’ve been waiting for, that sweltering famished demand inside of me, it strikes me now. It punches into me like something primal, like something unchained, like something I’ll never be able to ignore.
My balls swell, as though my seed is in rebellion, trying to get into her body.
But no. No.
I can’t tell her all of this. She’ll think I’m crazy.
And now that I’ve laid eyes on her, I know I can’t lose her. Ever.
She’s mine, only mine. She belongs to me. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.
And here I am, staring at her like a weirdo. I haven’t even said hello.
“Hello, Jessie,” I say.
Her captivating features tremble when I use her name. I silently snap at myself for already speaking to her so intimately when I promised myself I’d take this slow.
“Or do you prefer I use your last name?”
My tone comes out a little more businesslike now, without the passion tinged in my previous words.
“Jessie is fine, Mr. Walker.”
“Please, call me Jaxton. And take a seat, if you like.”
I’m still talking with my business voice, though there’s a little less flatness in it now. I tell myself I’m meeting with a potential client, nothing more, just another international product manager who might want to put their goods on one of our many online storefronts.
No. Big. Deal.
I tell myself my manhood isn’t swelling to its full size, a massive solid rod in my pants, and that I’m not at all glad about the desk protecting me from her inquisitive view. Even if I know it’s all bullshit, and part of me wonders how she would react if I stood up and showed her what she’s doing to me.
My tip pushes against my zipper, trying to escape, trying to get closer to her.
“Okay…” She bites her lips, as if she’s trying to torture me, looking as sexy as possible, and then just as quickly lets it go. “Jaxon.”
It’s like she’s trying out my name, tasting it, wondering if she’s allowed to use it.
“You’re probably wondering why I called you in here,” I say.
Her eyes flash to me, the most alluring and startling green, and then she stares down at the table. Her cheeks are free of makeup, blooming an attractive shade of pink, spreading down her neck.
My insides stir when I think about the blush spreading over her large round breasts, or if her ass cheeks would turn the same shade if I started to spank her.
Only lightly. Only hard enough to let her know she belongs to me.
“Yes,” she says after a long pause. “Sorry. Yes. I guess I am sort of wondering.”
“I wanted to ask if you’d accompany me to the launch party in a couple of days.”
Her mouth falls open, deluging my whole being with ideas of how I’d like to use that cute nervous little mouth. I imagine her on her knees, staring up at me with her verdant eyes wide with lust and shyness, as I bring my engorged helm to her lips.
I imagine how hot she’d feel, how right her mouth was made to suck me.
But I wouldn’t be satisfied with just that. I’d have to throw her onto my desk and pull those thick luscious legs apart, bring my mouth to her sex, and kiss and tease until she’s twitching and whimpering for me to stop playing with her. Then I’d give her all the attention she deserves, licking her clit until she was creaming all over my mouth…
Fuck.
She’s talking.
But I’m not listening. I’m too busy fantasizing about her.
