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“Giovanni, Ms. Lambert is in the waiting room for you,” Daniel says after the men leave the conference room.
“Thank you, Daniel. Send her to my office.”
“Yes, sir.”
I smile to myself. At least Carly can help take care of me. She can relieve the pressure in my slacks that Egypt consistently causes. It’s a wonder Carly hasn’t caught on that she’s the substitute for someone I can’t have. But it’s not like Carly is the brightest crayon in the box. But she has her uses.
***
Once I’m in my office, I close and lock the door. Carly is waiting on my beige Estoril leather designer Zürich sofa. Her blonde hair is shiny as always, and it’s draped over her shoulder. She’s wearing a pink cardigan over a short, tight, little white dress and sky-high light pink stilettos. All she needs is a big frilly hat, and she would look like she’s ready for the Kentucky Derby.
Her enhanced lips are painted a shade of pink to match her sweater and shoes, and her big blue eyes are colored with lustful intent.
I walk to my desk without acknowledging her. I hit the privacy button that frosts the glass of my office windows, and I turn around with my arms crossed over my massive chest.
We both know why Carly is here; she’s trying to mark territory that isn’t hers. I let her think she’s special because she keeps my lust for Egypt in check. It’s a win-win as long as she stays in her place.
“Gio,” Carly’s voice has a hint of touchiness to it that I’ve been hearing lately, but when I raise my eyebrow without a word, she corrects herself. “Hello, Giovanni. I’m here to please you.”
“Better. Now, get on your knees and open your fucking mouth.”
Carly does as she’s told without backtalk because she loves when I treat her like the slut that she is. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not into slut shaming. Hell, I was a slut myself back in my fighting days, but Carly is a different breed. This is part of the game we play.
Carly Lambert of the Nashville Lamberts is the youngest daughter of Jerry Lambert, an oil heir who invested the family money in ranching. Carly is spoiled and the quintessential southern belle. She’s also high maintenance, but I don’t expect anything less from someone like her. As long as she knows her place with me, then everything goes smoothly.
Once Carly is in front of me, I look down at her expectantly. Carly almost falls over herself, trying to unbuckle my pants. She gets the buckle undone, slides my zipper down, and pulls out my dick.
She licks her lips and looks up at me through her long dark lashes. I love the look in her eyes as she swallows my entire dick. When she gags and starts to choke, I thrust my hips a little until slobber runs out of her mouth. I run my hand over her hair, wrap it around my wrist, and tug it hard.
Carly groans before she speeds up her pace. I begin to work my hips to hurry this along because I have another meeting to get to. She uses her hands to add to my pleasure, but that’s not what I need.
“Hands behind your fucking back.” Carly smiles with a mouth full of cock and puts her arms behind her.
I grab the sides of her head and shove my cock in and out of her mouth at a neck-breaking speed. My dick is stained with her pink lipstick, and tears are beginning to stain her flushed porcelain cheeks. The sight turns me on even more.
“Fuck! Yes!” I growl as I empty my load down her pretty little throat.
I pull my dick out of Carly’s mouth, but I tilt her head back with my large hands, “Swallow it all.”
Carly gulps and then sticks her tongue out to show me she swallowed all of my cum, and I smile. “Such a dirty little slut.”
I let go of her face and tuck my junk back into my pants. Carly whines as she wiggles on the floor. I know her pussy juice is probably dripping down her long legs, but she won’t get any relief from me. It’s her punishment for coming here before our regular appointment. She knows I don’t play that shit.
I only entertained her ass today because Egypt has been torturing me for the last week with her office attire. The blouses she’s been wearing have been tighter, her shoes have been higher, and her skirts and dresses shorter. I don’t know what’s up with her, but I’ll be glad when she gets through this phase.
“Go clean yourself up, and go.”
“Really, Giovanni?” Carly says her bad attitude back in full effect.
“You know the rules. You broke one, and this is your punishment. I have shit to do. So hurry the fuck up.”
Carly stomps into my bathroom, and I shake my head. It’s her fault. She knows exactly who I am. I’ve never been nice, and I won’t start now.
I pull out my toiletry bag from my desk and clean myself up. I hit the privacy button and see that Egypt still isn’t in her office. The sight pisses me off because I don’t know where she is. She doesn’t have any appointments today because just like she knows my every move, I know hers.
I can admit that I keep Egypt on call almost twenty-four hours a day because I want her close to me. I want to take up every minute of her every day. I know she thinks I’m a hard-ass, and I am. But it’s mostly because I’m in lust with my assistant, and I can’t do anything about it.
I owed her father a debt, and I can’t betray his trust. Besides that, she’s entirely too young for me. She hasn’t experienced life yet, and to be honest, I don’t want her to experience it with anyone but me. I know I’m a selfish prick. But it is what it is.
Carly comes out of the bathroom looking as put together as she was when she first got here, and I smirk in her direction. She narrows her eyes to slits, but she knows not to say shit because it’s part of her punishment.
Carly grabs her purse off the couch, but she abruptly turns and rushes back to me. She lays a sultry kiss on my lips and moans loudly.
“See ya later, lover.” Carly winks and twirls around.
When I look up at the door, I see who the show was for. Egypt is standing at the door with a blank expression on her face and fire in her eyes.
