Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1) by Sloane Howell

swallows every last drop.
    I grab a t-shirt from inside the car for her.  She cleans up the tip of my cock and shaft before wiping the excess off of her face and tits.
    I can’t lie, I fuck all the time, but it never gets old.  Every unique conquest is etched into my mind, a memory I’ll keep forever.  Each orgasm is like a symphony, in a different location, with different instruments.  I look back down into those huge, satisfied blue eyes.  A huge grin is spread across her face.
    “That was amazing.”
    “You think?” she asks, sarcastically.  “I didn’t even know that was fucking possible.  Who are you?”
    The panty whisperer.

HOLLY JACKSON
     
    HOLLY JACKSON IS PERFECTLY IMPERFECT.  Nothing really stands out about her.  Her breasts are small to average size, normal ass, pasty complexion, uneventful brown eyes, and yet it all works together to create this work of living art that radiates sexiness.  If only she could only see herself the way I see her.
    She will.
    Holly is the controller at a company I am consulting with.  We've been cohorts these last few weeks as I've observed and logged away every possible piece of information about her.  Single, no kids, incredibly intelligent, and she's a workhorse which makes her come off as a bitch sometimes.  It's something she doesn't like about herself.
    We've been doing the usual flirting every day.  The necessary banter to get to know one another in a fun way; but Jesus, I've never had to work so hard at this job in my life.  This chick is no nonsense in the office, but it will be worth it.
    Today is Friday, my last day here.  It's also the day I'll ask Holly if she wants to have dinner, and she'll say yes.  I'm going to unlock that conservative demeanor of hers, because the women who put up walls around themselves are the wildest, most exciting on the planet.
    I walk into Holly's office with a breakfast quiche.  I overheard her tell someone how much she loves them.  I'm proud of myself for not eating it on the way to the office.  Damn thing smells delicious.  Fortunately, I had some self-control and resisted.
    "Good morning."
    I set the bag down in front of her and she doesn't even look up.
    "Are you trying to bribe me?  So you can leave early today?"
    The corners of her mouth turn up to form a smile, the reaction I was hoping for.
    "Of course not.  I would never do such a thing.  Hell, I wish I could work longer," I say.
    "You're so full of it."
    Her smile is gorgeous and it makes my morning.  Her moans will make my evening.  She opens up the bag.
    "Oh my god, these things are the best.  You are a good man, Joel Hannover," she jokes.  "I swear.  I just get so wrapped up in the work and numbers I forget about everything, including eating."
    Of course you think they're the best.  Do you think I just got lucky?  I learned long ago that women find men who pay attention very sexy, they eat that shit up.
    She walks out of the room, her tight ass rocking back and forth in her skirt sends a pulsing, warm sensation to my cock.  This woman needs to be pleasured.  I don't mean some lazy one night stand.  That shit is for asshole amateurs.  I mean she needs to be pushed to the limit of her mind and then have breakfast cooked for her the next morning.  She deserves to be treated like the goddess she is, not slaving away in a boring, workaholic life.  She's going to remember tonight for the rest of her life, if only she knew what I have in store for her.
    The flirting has been intensifying slowly each day, like a good novel.  Today, the sexual tension is building towards tonight's climax.  A movement by either of us sends sweat to the palms, heat to the face, tingling to the groin.  I can tell it's a bit uncomfortable for her.  Good.  This is what I live for.
    Most of the day is pretty standard, working mostly.  I can tell she is getting anxious.  I haven't asked her out or made any type of move.  With every tick of the clock I can sense