Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Those girls wanted it bad. What can I say?”
So yeah, he’s a study in contrasts. The dude is a fucking genius when it comes to this business, but when it comes to his personal life? Let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised if Herald’s got a passel of illegitimate children to his name after fucking half the womenfolk of Allentown.
At that moment, I see Clara get up from her computer and begin walking down the hall. She’s gorgeous, and I’m sure every man in the office is surreptitiously watching the curvy girl parade down the carpeted aisle. Not so surreptitiously, come to think of it, seeing that Duke Benning from across the way is literally staring at my stepdaughter with his mouth hanging open. Close it, motherfucker. That’s right. Don’t even look at her because she’s mine.
But then, I start. What am I thinking? Clara’s most definitely not mine. She’s my deceased wife’s stepdaughter, and more than two decades younger than me. Yet I can’t help lusting after her as I watch that sweet, curvy form make its way into the darkened recesses of the hall. Then, she knocks and waits for a moment, before opening the door and entering John Herald’s office with a notebook in hand.
Fuck. Clara’s just an admin, but it seems John’s taken a liking to her. She’s gorgeous, of course, and it probably doesn’t hurt to have a beautiful woman to look at while he’s doing dictation or whatever. Goddamn, maybe he just has her sitting on a couch in the corner of his office while he does his work, like she’s a pretty vase of flowers that he can appreciate when he looks up.
My heart sinks. Goddamn, that man is lucky. Herald’s got the most delectable secretary this side of the Atlantic, and she just happens to be my stepdaughter. Fuck. Well, at the very least, I hope Clara takes good notes because John’s known to be generous when it comes to bonuses, and hopefully he gives the pretty admin a nice fat roll of bills to remember him by when the time comes.
CHAPTER FIVE
John
I’m known to be generous to my employees in more ways than one, and the beautiful Clara Parkinson is proof of that. After all, at the moment my pretty temp is completely nude on her knees before me, her cheeks stuffed with my man meat as her lashes flutter with pleasure. It’s a rancid sight because I didn’t even let her get a word in. The minute she stepped into my office and closed the door, I barked, “Clothes. Off.”
Of course, the sassy brunette knew what to do immediately. She was nude in an instant and made to kneel between my knees, but I stopped her.
“I got this cushion for you,” I growled, reaching into my desk for a flat, gray bolster. “It isn’t much, but it’ll help during our sessions together.”
Of course, Clara sank gratefully to her knees then, her mouth already opening as she cupped her bare breasts in offering to me. That sweet groove between her thighs was slick already, and fuck, but I’m so turned on. You see, I love fucking women, and Clara’s exactly my type. She young, nubile, and with the body of a siren. Those big breasts make my cock ooze pre-come, and not only that but she’s pregnant too. Her round tummy is fucking sexy, and I even lean down to stroke it a bit as she sucks on my cock, making delicious slurping sounds.
“How’s your pregnancy going, sweetheart?” I rasp in a broken tone. “Are you feeling okay?”
She nods with my cock still stuffed in her mouth, unable to make any sound.
“Excellent,” I growl. “Fuck, you look sexy with your stomach full with child. I’m glad Carl brought you into Herald because I’ve never had a temp this good.”
Clara lets out a muffled giggle even as I thrust a bit harder down her throat, making her eyes bulge. It’s true too. I’ve been fucking the sassy temp almost since the first week that she got here. It was meant to be. After all, we’re a software company, so there aren’t too many women in my employ, period. When I passed her in the hall one day, I immediately made note that there was a beautiful new brunette on the premises. Then, she was called into my office later in the afternoon, and that’s when the deep fucking began.
I doubt anyone suspects either. Of course, my secretary knows because Mrs. Fowser has been with me since forever and is all too aware of my rancid ways, but to the rest of the company, it probably just looks like Clara’s with me doing dictation, or taking notes during conference calls, or even helping me organize my files. Who’s going to question the CEO, anyways?