“Pussies!” a familiar voice barks from behind me, clicking the door shut loudly, startling me and making me stay facing towards the window to hide my obvious arousal which I can feel has extended to a dampness at the tip by now.
I cock my head to one side.
“I’m pretty sure I dismissed everyone, Mike,” I snarl, slipping Chrissy photo into my pocket and moving behind a tall backed leather board room chair before turning to face him.
“Even your Vice President?” he asks with a malicious grin, a look I’ve seen on him lately swallowing up his features again, the face of a man who’s up to something.
“Even you,” I remind him, forming a smile. “I have a headache, probably gonna go home,” I lie.
Go home and empty my balls over this photograph, growling her sweet name.
“Its okay boss, I only came back for this,” he adds, turning to go before pausing at the door after picking up his briefcase.
“I mean it though, Mr. Parker, Logan. We gotta bunch of pussies on this board, in this company. Things should change,” he says, but I ignore him, gripping the back of the chair as I fight the urge to take out her photo again.
“We’ll see, won’t we?” I remind Mike. “Board votes in a few weeks, I’m sure there’ll be a re-shuffle. Vice president not good enough for ya?” I try to joke, not wanting him in the room for another second.
“Vice president of domestic sales?” he asks. “No. No, it’s not good enough. The whole company needs a 2IC, Logan, a wingman. I’m that man and you know it.”
My hand’s up. I’ve heard it all before and I don’t care. Not then and certainly not now.
He nods to himself before leaving, and I cross the room to lock the door, almost ripping my pocket as I take Chrissy out again, unzipping my fly and letting my thick hardness breathe for the first time in a fucking long time.
I should save it for her, every drop.
But that’s days away!
I groan and then gasp like a schoolboy, running my palm over the slick wetness of my own precome. My head’s so swollen, so thick, and itches with the yearning for her I just can’t help it.
Running my finger across my lip and then pressing it to hers in the picture, my other hand begins to pump my length as I grip harder and harder with each stroke.
I grit my teeth, my jaw clenched. An animal sound growing from inside me, making me harder with each breath and only wanting her even more with each stroke of my cock.
I want it to be you. I want you on this cock. I will have you, Chrissy. I’ll make you…
“I’ll make you mine!” I gasp out loud, feeling my eyes cross and sending thick ropes across the boardroom table as I swear in disbelief under my breath, vowing the next load to be hers, all for her.
Counting the seconds until the first day of Father-Daughter week at Logan Industries.
Chapter Three
Chrissy
I can’t help but stare up at him, the gentle hum of the elevator the only sound between us.
That and my breathing, which is getting heavier by the second.
But he won’t look at me, his face is slightly turned to one…
Oh.
His lips curls slightly and his eyes widen a fraction as I catch them in the smoked glass, watching my reflection.
He holds my eyes for a moment and then against his own judgment, they run down past my face, stopping at my chest and he shudders a breath in as they rest on my hips. My ass.
I should be offended, I should call him out.
But the effect his eyes have on me, being so close to him too, he can look at me all day like that for all I care.
In fact, I hope he does, it’s making me feel so damned wet like I’m about to come in my panties just from standing next to him.
I want to say something, but I can only stare. Catching a glimpse of myself, I can see my face is flushed and my pupils are like black saucers. My chest looks like I’ve stuffed an ammo belt down my bra, with two anti-aircraft shells sticking out.
Jeez, I feel like they could cut glass! What is this man doing to me?
He inhales deeply, his curled lip broadening to a smile and I have to tell myself he’s just looking in the mirror, not looking at me.
Not like that anyway.
He couldn’t.
Nobody ever looks at me like that.
“I hope you don’t mind me stealing you away from your dad,” he says in a deep, commanding tone.
I feel my head shaking before he’s even finished speaking.
“I just wanted to… well,” he says, stopping himself before continuing as if he has to think through what he’s about to say.
“Well, I just… wanted you all to myself I guess. Getting to know the face of Father-Daughter week here at Logan,” he says with determination, that dimple flexing again as he stiffens his jaw.
In a way, I wish it was just me and Logan, that my dad didn’t have to be here at all today. That I could actually be his new secretary or something, starting my whole new adult life at Logan Industries with the man himself.
Working under him.
The thought makes me smile, almost to the point of laughing which makes Logan curious.
“Something funny?” he asks, his own warm smile developing an air of mischief as if he’s thinking something similar.
“Just nervous.” I shiver, feeling my nipples scratch through my blouse again and making me squeak as a ripple of erotic energy washes over my whole body, aching for Logan to lean in closer.
Yearning for him to touch me without even knowing how or what I’d do in reply to his caress.
His hand gently touching my arm sends another ripple of excitement through me, making me jump a
