“No one knows or will know,” I assured.
“What makes you so confident? You think you can carry on this charade?” he asked, crossing his arms, muscles bulging beneath his sleeves. Muscles I got way too acquainted with.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
“Bullshit.”
“Excuse me?” I laughed. He was unbelievable.
“You were giggling up a storm after I left earlier.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not everything is about you,” I said. “I was laughing at Lee.”
“Righttt.”
“You're awfully cocky over there,” I warned.
“You know, it's a damn shame I can't see you until late tonight.”
“Oh, you're planning on seeing me?” I asked, genuinely surprised. I thought we agreed it was a one-time thing.
“Absolutely.” His eyes smoldered, sending more jolts through my body. Christ, I got wet from him just looking at me.
“News to me.” I was determined not to tip my hand.
“You have plans?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
“Ah. With whom?” He licked his bottom lip, sending another jolt below.
“A funny fella with a penchant for sales reports and rulebooks,” I replied.
He chuckled, standing and coming to lean against the desk in front of me, looming above as his scent consumed me. “Sounds like a stud,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
“I guess.”
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Well, I guess my plans are shot to hell.”
“Oh? And what were those?” I asked, glancing up and meeting those sultry blue orbs.
“I was going to fuck that smirk off your face.”
Jason
So much for not shitting where I ate.
Not only did I fuck an employee. I fucked her multiple times, embarking in a fuck fest that more than made up for the dry spell I had. By a mile. And it was all with the one person who drove me wild from day one in Ithaca.
Now that I had a taste, it was impossible to give her up, the one-night stand deal impossible to satiate my hunger. She was my latest addiction, her body a wet dream come to life with gorgeous breasts and a juicy ass.
Watching her wander around the office was agonizing, so much so that I had to leave early after our meeting Monday for a date with my hand. I made good on my promise too, fucking that smirk off her face late that night. Many times. I followed it up by repeating the act every day that week, hoping each time it’d be the last, only to want more.
That was how men were driven to madness. All it took was one beautiful woman, and our brains went out the window, our cocks pulling all blood flow from the rational part of our being. And once you found that perfect fit on your cock, good luck. Elena damn well could be my kryptonite.
I had a three-thousand line agreement due back to the customer by midnight, but I couldn’t concentrate for more than ten minutes. I wanted my cock planted in Elena, and working out of the hotel wasn’t making it any easier, especially on the desk I pleasured her so thoroughly on.
It was just after eight, and I was texting her between lines, not helping the situation one bit. If I had any sense at all, I would have shut my phone off, but I was a glutton for punishment.
The rain pattered off the windows, a surprise autumn storm bringing a dreary deluge that made the night more depressing. It’d be a wonder if I slept at all, rainy days always bringing nightmares along with them.
A knock sounded at the door, startling me. It was late for housekeeping, and I didn’t order room service, too wrapped up in work to worry about food despite my growling stomach. I grumbled, walking over to pull the door open, revealing Elena and a takeout bag.
Dressed in leggings and a sweater, she was adorable, her long brown hair secured in a ponytail. “I brought you dinner,” she offered, extending the plastic bag forward.
I stared at her, convinced I was hallucinating. “What?”
“You said you didn’t eat dinner, you doofus,” she replied, shaking the bag side to side. “I brought you some steamed shrimp and veggies, Mr. Healthy.”
Anyone else would have ignored the passing complaint, but she trekked over with food. In the rain. The drops still glistened on her sweater. And did she really call me a doofus?
“Thanks?” It was the only thing I could think to say, my eyes suddenly locked on those lips, hungry for more.
She forced the bag into my hand, turning to walk away.
With her back turned, I was in for a show. The curve of her ass was on display, the skintight material highlighting one of her greatest attributes. I never knew I was an ass-man until I met her, and like every new toy, I couldn’t stop playing with it.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
She stopped in her tracks, whirling to face me, hiding that sexy ass. “Home?”
“I was going to offer to share,” I muttered, extending the bag and smiling.
She mirrored my smile, though she looked a million times better than I ever would. “I ate at dinnertime like a normal person, hot stuff. You know, around six o’clock?”
“Well, why don’t you come in and keep me company?”
Her hands shot to her hips, and she rolled her weight to one side, looking good enough to fuck right there in the hallway. “Because you have work to do, and I know you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself.”
“You got me there,” I admitted, sighing.
“But if you promise to keep your hands to yourself, maybe I can help you?” she offered.
I smirked, convinced she could definitely solve another problem of mine. “With?”
“Your work, anus,” she scoffed.
I let the name-calling slide, stepping out of the way and waving an arm to usher her in. She would pay for it later. “It’s an LTA. Nothing fun.”
She stepped inside, stopping to cross her arms and glare at me. “That doesn’t mean I can’t help you. Is the pricing done?”
She was close enough that I could smell her breath, the scent of
