Overtime Read Online Book by Dark Angel

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Cameron

She looks so fucking good.

My cock is starting to harden just looking at Nicole.

She makes work more exciting. I used to think I loved my job… but now I know that I really love my job.

Any day spent with his beautiful angel is worth my time. Work or no work, I find that I'm drawn to Nicole. I need to be around her.

I'm staring at her through the glass walls of her office. She's on the phone and doesn't notice me. That's how I like it. I love to just watch Nicole from afar, no matter what she's doing.

Call me a voyeur or what you will, but I don't care, this turns me on.

She must feel my penetrating gaze, because she looks over her shoulder and our eyes lock. Her eyes deepen as we have an unspoken understanding of seduction and sexual tension between us.

I match her eyes with a hungry expression. No words can express the connection we have, but both she and I understand it.

I can’t help it; I walk into her office and say, "Wow baby, you look stunning today."

"How long were you watching me?"

A devious grin spreads across my face, "Long enough."

I pull her up from her seat at the desk, so I can take an admiring view. I spin her around and she adores my attention.

"Your outfit is stunning today, I must say,”

She's taken my advice on how to dress to heart.

Her black shirt cuts down deep across her chest, all but showing off her perfect tits. She's wearing a tight, small skirt that that shows off her perfect legs.

I can only imagine what kind of lingerie she's wearing under this outfit.

Her look is accented by tall, suede pumps that make my cock twitch as I imagine them wrapped around my waist.

I pull her in for a kiss, "Nicole, you look ravishing. I can't get enough of you."

I go in for a long hard kiss and then I start to make my way up her shirt so I can feel her breasts.

She pushes my hand away and says, "No, Cameron, we can't do that in here. Everyone can see.”

I continue to kiss and tantalize her. I can't help myself. But in the back of my mind, I know she's right; we have work to do.

Today we have a prospective client coming in who has presidential aspirations. I need Nicole by my side for this one.

"I hate to say it, but you're right, Nicole. We do have work to do today. Let's go to the meeting room to talk with this potential client."

She places one light, tender kiss on my lips that leaves me aching for more of her.

I wish I could fuck her right here in her office. I wish I could consume her all day. But in this case, work can't be put on the back burner. I have to get through this meeting.

She follows me through the hallways, all lined with expensive art. We go to the conference room and wait. I show Nicole the paperwork so she knows what we're gonna be dealing with.

"Her name is Carmella Perry,” Nicole says as she looks over the paperwork. "I've never heard of her before, have you?"

"No, I haven't, not until she scheduled this meeting with us."

"I take that as a bad sign, don't you?"

"Yes, a very bad sign."

Nicole and I are both on the same level in terms of vetting potential political candidates. If this woman is not on our radar, then there's a problem.

There's a reason why we have never heard of her. I don't know why they scheduled this meeting for me. It sounds like a big waste of time.

I pour us both some water from the crystal jug and sip it while sliding my hand under Nicole skirt, very nonchalantly.

"Cameron!"

I feel my way up her short skirt, past her garter belt to her thong underwear. I slide the thin scrap of fabric away so I can insert a couple fingers inside of her.

She's holding my hand down and moaning. She fucking loves it. If I could do this throughout the whole meeting, then it would be a hell of a lot more interesting.

To my chagrin, the door opens and the client walks in. I quickly pull my hand away from under Nicole's skirt and I get up to greet the client. I shake her hand with the hand that's not soaking wet from Nicole's pussy.

I smile to myself, thinking what this woman, this client, is missing. She has no idea what goes on in our office, up here in the penthouse.

She's studying at me like I'm a tall glass of water. She obviously thinks I'm attractive, and I'm used to that, but usually, potential clients can hide it a little bit better.

"Hi, are you Cameron? I'm Carmella. It's so nice to finally meet you."


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