Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“This is all yours, Brad Landon,” I whisper once more, looking deep in his eyes. “For as long as you want it,” I murmur breathily as his hardness begins to enter me from below. Then my head drops back and all thought leaves my mind because this is how we were meant to be. I’m head over heels for this man, and I can’t resist the pull in my heart as he claims me again.
6
Brad
Work is busy as usual. Most people would look around my office at the stacks of paper and feel completely overwhelmed, but I just shrug. This is why I do what I do, and why I’ve survived in Senator Mellon’s office when lesser men have faded away. After all, this job is a slog. On the best of days, we might have a speech or an appearance, but that’s the easy part. On the worst of days, we’re fielding hundreds of calls from everyone left, right, and center, and the Senator’s being lambasted by some slimy politician as the press goes hog wild.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on my office door and I look up with an annoyed expression. It’s too early for lunch, and I gave strict instructions to my secretary, Tammy, that I didn’t want to be disturbed until then. But for some reason, Tammy’s violating the golden rule.
“Come!” I call in a brusque voice. Immediately, the door swings open and my redheaded secretary stands there with an apologetic smile on her face.
“Mr. Landon, I apologize for the interruption but Ms. Mellon showed up and says she needs to speak with you.” With that, she steps aside and to my shock, Katy’s standing behind her, her luscious curves clothed in a very appropriate skirt and blouse.
“Katy?” I ask.
The pretty blonde sashays in before turning to smile at Tammy.
“Sorry, I’ll definitely call first next time. But Tammy, you might as well know too: I’m the new intern in Senator Mellon’s office!”
I don’t know who’s more stunned, me or my secretary. Tammy stammers a bit, but I merely nod and gesture for Katy to close the door.
“Thanks Tammy,” I call. “I’ll let you know if we need anything.”
My admin nods as the door swings shut and Katy shoots me a smile before sitting prettily in the chair before my desk. I grit my teeth. Why is the girl here, and why does she look so fucking amazing in her fitted pencil skirt and blouse? The blouse is entirely appropriate, cloaking her large cleavage, but the pencil skirt hugs her ass and I growl low in my throat as Katy crosses her toned legs.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand.
She pokes her lip out while pretending to pout, and I want to slap myself because the urge to take that lip of hers between my teeth and kiss the shit out of her shouldn’t be so damn strong. Not while we’re in an office setting.
“Why, should I not be here?” she asks innocently.
I pin her with a glare. “We both know that this internship thing is a lie. Why are you really here?”
But the beautiful blonde’s not angry at all. Instead, she unbuttons the top button of her blouse, spreading the filmy material a bit so that I get a glimpse of the shadowy vee between her breasts. Shit. I was just suckling one creamy tit this morning, and she let me enjoy myself to my heart’s content before riding me with the gusto of a professional cowgirl. But that’s what we do in our private time: I ravage her to my heart’s content and she lets me use her holes as much as I want. Now, we’re literally in my office, in my place of work, with my secretary sitting outside. This can’t go on.
“Katy,” I growl in a warning tone. “Tell me why you’re here.”
She merely tosses her blonde tresses back while re-crossing her legs so the split in her skirt lifts, showing more thick outer thigh. I literally have to grip my hands into tight fists and force my body under control. Shit shit shit! She smiles as if reading my mind.
“Don’t pretend you aren’t happy to see me, Brad,” the sassy girl coos. “I know you’re getting hard just from looking at me. Besides, I wore this for you,” she says, playing with the buttons of her blouse again. Another one pops open, and this time I see that she’s not wearing a bra underneath. Fuck! With a teasing smile, my sassy girls pulls the material aside on the right, baring one big breast and my mouth goes dry.
“Fuck Katy. Stop,” I command as my cock jerks beneath the desk. “You can’t do that here.”
Rolling her eyes, she re-buttons her blouse, but not without another sly smile.
“Jeez! Such a stick in the mud.”