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Her husky voice cuts through the noise in my head. It recedes, leaving behind a calm.How the fuck is that possible?I ran half the night, trying to stop the voices in my head. When that didn’t help, I called Adam who was only too happy to meet up to work out with me at my home gym this morning. By the time I got into work, every muscle in my body hurt, but my mind had not ceased its chatter… Until she called me by the title I asked her to.
Is she even aware of the impact she has on my body?
"Are you okay?" she asks softy.
I turn away and focus on my computer screen. "Get me my coffee, and starting tomorrow, don’t come to my office without it. And you need to collect my suits from the dry cleaners and have them delivered to my apartment, and—"
"Hold on, I’m your assistant, not your housekeeper."
I shoot her a look from under my eyes. "You’re in my debt for the next twelve months. You’ll be anything I want you to be."
Color flushes her cheeks. "This is insane. You’re infringing on all kinds of human resource regulations here, surely, and your team needs to eat. If they take a break, it only increases their productivity. Just because you thrive on working and feed off adrenaline and like to feed on human blood and tears, doesn’t mean the rest of us have to follow the same schedule." She stops, her chest rising and falling. The buttons of the jacket across her bust stretch, and I eye them with interest.Can I make her angry enough that she draws in a breath and one of them might pop, giving me more of an eyeful of her sweet curves, I wonder?
"Hey, my face is up here."
"But my interest lies in what you have below."
She gapes then recovers enough to scoff, "That’s such a sexist thing to say."
I lean back in my chair. "I’m that and much worse, as you’re aware."
"You seem to wear your misogynistic tendencies on your sleeve like you’re proud of it."
I raise a shoulder. "I don’t care either way. Also, save your righteous indignation. The staff are allowed to take an hour off for lunch, just not you."
She stares. "That’s insane."
"Welcome to my world. Now, get gone, I have work to do."
She opens her mouth as if to say something else, then pivots with such force, the device slips from her hand and falls to the floor. She bends, presenting me with the perfect view of her heart-shaped, curvaceous behind. The skirt stretches across the expanse of that gorgeous arse, and I almost come in my pants. A groan swells my throat, and I reach for my bottle of coke and empty it. It only fuels that fire inside of me, so I feel like I’m being consumed by an inferno of need, of lust, of such craving to be buried inside of her that I know I need to do something about this ache, fast.
She wriggles her butt as she straightens, and my balls harden.F-u-c-k, she did that on purpose.She pushes out her chest, then heads for the door, seemingly unaware of the destruction left behind. Before the door snicks shut, I push up from my chair, and stalk into the ensuite toward the sink.
I stare at myself in the mirror, grip the edge of the counter, and undoing my belt and zipper, shove my pants down. My dick springs free. I grab it and squeeze from base to crown, and again. A vein pops at my temple, my cheeks are flushed, and my eyes blaze with a desire I thought I’d never see in them again. I thought they’d beaten every emotion out of me, squeezed every last drop of humanity through my pores, electrocuted the will to sense passion, intensity, fervor, ardor— I was sure I’d never feel halfway human again. But as I take in my reflection and see the life-force pulse through the veins of my throat and my face, and feel it pump through my cock, I know, I’m slowly coming back to life.Thanks to her.
The pressure builds at the base of my spine. I drag my fist up my rigid shaft, squeezing the precum out so it overflows the sides. "Bloody hell," I growl. "Bloody fuck, Penny, I’m going to come."
A prickling sensation seizes my skin. I glance to the side and spot her watching me from the entrance of the bathroom. Her lips are parted, her chest rises and falls, and her cheeks are almost as pink as her jacket. Her gaze is wide and lowered, and I know she’s watching me knead my cock. Down to the base and up, again and again. I increase my pace, and the slap of flesh against flesh fills the room. My balls draw up, and with a growl, my cum sprays across my shirt. I jerk my chin at her. "Come here."
Without hesitation, she walks to me.
“On your knees,” I growl.
She sinks down, and I paint my cum over her lips. She slips her tongue out, licks it up, and it’s as if tasting me on her mouth brings her to her senses. "Oh, my god!" She flushes, then jumps up and scampers off.
I admit I don’t take my gaze off the twitching of her backside until she’s out of sight. Then I clean myself up, change out my shirt and pants, and toss the used clothes into a laundry basket in the corner, before walking out to my desk.
"There you are." My father looks up from where he's standing by the window. "I need to talk to you."
15
Penny
"I… I… I saw him jerk off." There. I said it aloud. So what if it’s only to myself in the ladies room? I had to get it off my chest. The worst thing? It was so hot. Soooo hot.
I went back to ask him something—what it was, I can't remember, and you can’t blame me for that. I saw my boss wank himself off, and it was the most erotic experience of my life.How pathetic am I?
I stare at my face in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed; my lips are parted and seem swollen, as if he’s been kissing them. Though he hasn’t. Fact is, we've never kissed. He seems to be attracted to my body, but clearly, it has nothing to do with tenderness or feeling. It’s purely lust that draws him to me. And the only reason my lips are puffy is because of my state of arousal.It’s not because he painted my lips with his cum, and I licked it off. Then found the taste so enticing, I licked them again and again. Nope, nah I did not do that.I totally did that. Seeing him squeeze his monster cock—P.S. that massive ego of his is justified— the way his fingers wrapped around his shaft, and his biceps stretched the sleeves of his shirt as he wrenched his hand up to the crown and down, is a sight I’m not going to forget for as long as I live.
