before in his life had he gotten wild and crazy and screwed a woman in a public bathroom.
Visions of Brittney on her knees before him, his cock sliding in and out between her plump lips had him sweating. Remembering how tight and hot her pussy had been when he thrust inside had him harder than a rock. Recalling her soft body shuddering around him when she came had him adjusting himself, wishing like hell he had a few extra
minutes so he could beat off and relieve the tension that constantly filled him since he’d first touched her.
He really needed to get a grip.
The phone buzzed and he hit the speaker button, thankful for the interruption.
“Brittney Jones is here to see you.” The thinly veiled disgust in his secretary’s voice was evident. He had no idea why Diane didn’t like Brittney. Maybe because she was beautiful and sweet and completely distracting? Sexy and naughty with a mouth that could bring him to orgasm in about two minutes flat?
Oh no, those were the reasons why he liked her.
He cleared his throat. “Send her in, please.”
The door swung open a moment later and she strode in, looking all business. The extensions where gone—he didn’t want to know what happened to them, could only think of it as money flushed down the toilet. Her once long blonde hair was cut into a chin-grazing bob, which seemed to suit her beautiful face even more. Rather than her usual flirty sexy dresses, she wore a navy blue skirt suit. The jacket was fitted, the skirt short so she showed off that gorgeous curvy body of hers.
“Hi, Charlie.” She sat in the chair across from his desk, crossing her legs, revealing those long sexy limbs that had been so tightly wrapped around him a week ago.
Sweat beaded his forehead and he hadn’t spoken a word. “How are you, Brittney?”
“I’m great,” she practically purred.
“What did you want to talk about today?” He needed to get straight to the point, especially if she was about to dump his ass. Businesswise, that is.
She sat straighter, rested her hands in her lap, looking every inch the proper lady.
That managed to arouse him more, knowing exactly what she was like beneath that prim façade. How hot and responsive she was, how she’d cry his name out when she climaxed.
God damn it! He needed to stop.
“Remember how I asked you to look up children’s charities for me and I chose one? How I also told you that I wanted to give to a certain charity and that when we couldn’t find it, I thought about starting my own?”
He nodded, relief starting to course through his veins. Maybe she wasn’t going to leave him. Of course that meant he couldn’t date her for real, since he had that rule and all. A rule he’d already broken.
For once in his life he wanted to fuck all the rules for good and do whatever he wanted.
“Well, I’ve come to a few decisions and I’m afraid you might not like them.”
Charlie sighed. “Brittney, you need a large charity to contribute to for write-offs. Your taxes are going to be through the roof if you don’t, even with the purchase of that humongous house. A single woman with not very many tax deductions such as yourself has to have something to give to.”
She smiled. Her lips were coated with a subtle pink color versus the high-velocity-pink sparkly gloss she normally went for. He wondered what her sedate motives and appearance were all about. Trying to impress him? Appearing serious versus flirty and seductive? She was seductive no matter how she dressed, what color lipstick she wore.
“I still plan to give to a children’s charity, but I want to do something different. I’m sincerely ready to start something on my own, no matter how silly you think it is.”
“I don’t think it’s silly.” Why did he always end up feeling like an ass around this woman? Create her own charity? Of course she would. She impressed him every moment he learned something else about her.
She moistened her lips with her tongue and it was
Visions of Brittney on her knees before him, his cock sliding in and out between her plump lips had him sweating. Remembering how tight and hot her pussy had been when he thrust inside had him harder than a rock. Recalling her soft body shuddering around him when she came had him adjusting himself, wishing like hell he had a few extra
minutes so he could beat off and relieve the tension that constantly filled him since he’d first touched her.
He really needed to get a grip.
The phone buzzed and he hit the speaker button, thankful for the interruption.
“Brittney Jones is here to see you.” The thinly veiled disgust in his secretary’s voice was evident. He had no idea why Diane didn’t like Brittney. Maybe because she was beautiful and sweet and completely distracting? Sexy and naughty with a mouth that could bring him to orgasm in about two minutes flat?
Oh no, those were the reasons why he liked her.
He cleared his throat. “Send her in, please.”
The door swung open a moment later and she strode in, looking all business. The extensions where gone—he didn’t want to know what happened to them, could only think of it as money flushed down the toilet. Her once long blonde hair was cut into a chin-grazing bob, which seemed to suit her beautiful face even more. Rather than her usual flirty sexy dresses, she wore a navy blue skirt suit. The jacket was fitted, the skirt short so she showed off that gorgeous curvy body of hers.
“Hi, Charlie.” She sat in the chair across from his desk, crossing her legs, revealing those long sexy limbs that had been so tightly wrapped around him a week ago.
Sweat beaded his forehead and he hadn’t spoken a word. “How are you, Brittney?”
“I’m great,” she practically purred.
“What did you want to talk about today?” He needed to get straight to the point, especially if she was about to dump his ass. Businesswise, that is.
She sat straighter, rested her hands in her lap, looking every inch the proper lady.
That managed to arouse him more, knowing exactly what she was like beneath that prim façade. How hot and responsive she was, how she’d cry his name out when she climaxed.
God damn it! He needed to stop.
“Remember how I asked you to look up children’s charities for me and I chose one? How I also told you that I wanted to give to a certain charity and that when we couldn’t find it, I thought about starting my own?”
He nodded, relief starting to course through his veins. Maybe she wasn’t going to leave him. Of course that meant he couldn’t date her for real, since he had that rule and all. A rule he’d already broken.
For once in his life he wanted to fuck all the rules for good and do whatever he wanted.
“Well, I’ve come to a few decisions and I’m afraid you might not like them.”
Charlie sighed. “Brittney, you need a large charity to contribute to for write-offs. Your taxes are going to be through the roof if you don’t, even with the purchase of that humongous house. A single woman with not very many tax deductions such as yourself has to have something to give to.”
She smiled. Her lips were coated with a subtle pink color versus the high-velocity-pink sparkly gloss she normally went for. He wondered what her sedate motives and appearance were all about. Trying to impress him? Appearing serious versus flirty and seductive? She was seductive no matter how she dressed, what color lipstick she wore.
“I still plan to give to a children’s charity, but I want to do something different. I’m sincerely ready to start something on my own, no matter how silly you think it is.”
“I don’t think it’s silly.” Why did he always end up feeling like an ass around this woman? Create her own charity? Of course she would. She impressed him every moment he learned something else about her.
She moistened her lips with her tongue and it was
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