Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
The elevator doors ding, and I quickly tug down my skirt and rush past him into the office. Francesca is right there with an armful of things for me to look over.
It’s like a splash of cold water in the face. An alarm blaring in the middle of the night.
My body is still red-hot, and my ass is stinging because my intern just spanked me in the elevator and promised to take my virginity tonight…
Tonight…I think, as I shoot Blake a glance out of the corner of my eye. Seems like forever away…
6
BLAKE
Kathryn tries to act cool the whole day—like she’s not bothered by our encounter in the elevator—but I catch her glancing over at me when she thinks I’m not looking.
My cock keeps swelling up and down as I get glimpses of her moving throughout the office like the voluptuous goddess she is.
I think what I like most is the way she looks in those business skirts she wears. I don’t even think she knows just how good her hips and ass look in them. Or her legs for that matter, tilted up in those expensive heels.
Everyone else sees her as the boss bitch, CEO. But I see her as something else—a desperate woman just dying for a man to treat her like she needs to be treated.
And that man is me.
I stalk around the office like a coyote, threatening to make my way into her office where she sits like a queen. Every time I get close, her eyes flash to me.
Most would read her reaction as fear, but they would be wrong. It’s excitement. Thrill. The love of the chase. She hates the fact that she has to finish the work day before our fun can begin.
And to be honest, so do I.
I want her now. My balls are aching, full of cum that I’m going to load her up with later.
She was absolutely dripping in the elevator. Her panties were soaked with arousal. Even now, lifting my fingers to my nose, I can smell her scent…and it only makes me harder.
Only two hours until work is over, but those two hours can’t go by fast enough.
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year!” I already know the voice, and I flinch as Tasha comes up behind me, happily singing as she throws her arms around me.
Kathryn is not going to like this.
“Hey, Tasha,” I say, gently shrugging out of her grip. She smiles, her eyes a little glossy. Is she high?
“So me and the other interns are throwing a Christmas party tonight,” she says, tracing a finger across my chest. “And I would like to invite you.”
“Oh, thanks, Tasha. But I’m busy tonight—”
“Come on, Blake!” She snorts. “Take a little time off! Stop trying to impress the boss and have some fun, would you!?”
Impress the boss? I think, trying not to laugh. Oh, Tasha, if you only knew.
There’s a flash of movement behind her, and I look over her shoulder to see Kathryn on her feet, staring at us like she just caught me breaking into her home safe.
I let the hint of a smile cross my lips, playing into the tension of the moment. Yeah, this is really going to piss her off, which means she’ll just be even more fired up for when I fuck her later.
The moment stretches on, tension nearly palpable in the air as Tasha waits for my response and Kathryn’s eyes plead with me. She looks like an adorable little puppy, and I just want to go over there and give her a snack.
Later she’ll get the full meal…
“Sorry, Tasha, but I can’t. Kathryn’s making me work late.”
“During the holidays?” She actually glances over her shoulder and scowls at her—at the boss. She must be high if she’s got the balls to do that. “What a bitch!”
I have to cover my mouth to keep myself from bursting out laughing. If only Kathryn could have heard that. Tasha would be out on her ass before the end of the day.
“I’d keep your voice down if I were you,” I say quietly as Kathryn emerges from her office, eyes ablaze.
“Okay, everyone!” she calls out. “That’s a wrap for today. I know it’s the holidays, so go ahead and go home early.”
Oh, yeah. She’s pissed.
There’s a shy round of applause from the small crew managing the office today. I give Tasha a fake smile and head over to the desk I share with Kevin to get my things in order.
I just sort of screw around, pretending like I’m doing things, as everyone leaves the office. Then I go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
When I come out, everyone is gone. Everyone but Kathryn.
It’s just you and me, baby.
“What was that?” she asks as I saunter casually over to her, taking a swig from my bottle.