Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
My hand goes straight to my zipper, and I pull the metal tab down, groaning as I give my cock room to grow. I squeeze my thick meat to relieve the pressure, which thankfully helps for a moment until I consider finding a reason to see her again. Deciding it’s best to just get it over with. I bring the file folder to my nose and then stroke my length with my other hand. Her berry scent remains on the manilla file like a little gift to me. Every slow glide of my hand up and down my shaft, I picture her on her knees apologizing for making a mistake. Her cute pouty lips wrapped around my dick send me over the edge and I come all over my hand desk. Fuck. I grab some facial tissues and clean up the mess. Thankfully, my paperwork didn’t get a splash of nut juice meant only for Lacey.
“Lacey Flowers. Lacey. My little flower,” I groan, getting hard up again. Shaking off the insane lust, I enter my private bathroom and clean up so I can get back to business. Still, the second I’m in my leather seat, my mind is back on her.
When will I see her again? There’s no way I’m going to wait another six months. Hell, I don’t know how I’ll make it another day.
Once I get myself under control, I fix my pants and then start digging into her background to learn all I can about my beautiful flower. It would be too obvious to contact HR, and yet, I do it with the guise that I’m interested in finding a replacement, which is bullshit. They send her file to my email, and I open it to learn all I can about my future wife before she starts working for me. She’s twenty-two with a degree in Business Management and she lives in the city. Her emergency contacts are two women listed as friends. Interesting? What happened to her family?
Fuck, my balls ache as I picture her bent over my desk, calling out my name while I drill her from behind. Unable to resist, I pull out my cock and stroke the thick girth until I’m nutting to thoughts of getting my hands on Lacey Flowers for the second time in an hour. I’ve lost it.
After I clean myself up in my office bathroom, I call down to HR. “Hello Martina, please have Ms. Flowers transferred to my office by Monday.”
“Sir, I’m sure there are other candidates.”
“Send her up. End of story,” I bark out at the woman who has never given me a hard time about any of the replacements. Does she have something against me hiring Lacey?
“Yes, sir. I’ll have her ready to start on Monday, but what about Mr. Davis?”
“He has several lackeys that I’m almost tempted to figure out what they do and if they’re also wasting my money. They can take over for Ms. Flowers until the time he finds a suitable replacement.”
“Yes, Mr. Hardwick.”
“Good.” I end the call and try to calm myself down, and then it hits me. I’m putting her in my path every single day, and what if she resists my charms? What charms? Damn it. My head starts to pound again, so I go back to thinking of her sprawled out before me, ready to let me feast on her soft skin. And that instantly lessens the pain.
Chapter Two
Lacey
Checking the clock, I’m running late on my first day in my new position. “This isn’t good. Where the hell are my keys?” Panic sets in, and then I remember I tossed them in my purse. With a good two-minute dig through that overfilled mess, I snag them. In a rush to the door, I’m not watching where I’m walking and nearly trip when my sweet cat comes between my legs. “Not now, Max. I have to go to work.” I finally move away from him and rush out the front door. Now I need the roller brush, which I thankfully keep a spare in my bag for moments like this.
My phone goes off, and it’s a message from Casey. I’ve just seen a pic of your boss. The man is fine as hell. Lucky as hell. Have him bend you over his desk or yours.
I call her back as I rush down the street while power walking over to the train station. “Hey, girl. I’m running late, and yes, he’s fine as hell, and we had a brief if not tense introduction which only added to the desire. The man in the flesh is twice as desirable.”
“See, then be a good little assistant and maybe he’ll reward you with his dick.”
“You have lost it, but I love you, girl.”
“Love you too. You got this.” My besties, Casey and Marilyn, have always been supportive, and I’m sure I’ll have a message from Marilyn soon, wishing me luck.