Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
“Look what you did, here,” Tex declared, gesturing to the pile of pin ups on the floor. “May have seemed like a mindless rage, but your instinct was to tear down every picture that intimidates Hayley because she can’t live up to that ideal with the way she looks naked. You’re protecting her. The next time she comes in here, provided she can wade through the debris of Hurricane Shooter, she’s going to notice that you don’t put as much value on appearance anymore, in as much as you ever did.” Tex stood up. “Trust it. Trust yourself. And clean this shit up, I’m not doing it for you. That’s a con of poor impulse control.”
Chapter 27
Chris looked up from the order form to see Hayley slipping into the office. She had a brown paper bag in her hands, but that wasn’t what caught his attention the most. It was her outfit. She was wearing, of all things, a short blazer with some kind of cream colored shirt underneath it, an ever so slightly short skirt and…heels. His gazed lingered on the heels the longest. He opened his mouth to ask where she was going in that outfit but she interrupted him, walking toward the desk with the bag.
“I brought you lunch,” she announced, rounding the edge of the desk. “Here,” she said, placing a hand on his chest and pushing slightly, indicating she wanted him to move out of the way. “Let me.”
He wheeled the chair back to give her ample room. As she began taking things out of the bag and arranging them, she continued to inch her way over so she was directly in front of him. She was leaning slightly over the desk, giving him a great view of her ass. He was grateful for the delivery service. But where was she going after this?
“Hayley-”
“So I brought you your lunch,” she repeated. “And I know I’ve only been your secretary for a few weeks, Mr. Sullivan, but I was kind of hoping we could do my 30 day performance review now. If you have time, of course.”
Chris was still admiring her rear end and looked up sharply at her words. What did she just say? Then a slow grin spread over his face. “Well, now…Ms. Turner…I think I have a small window of opportunity to squeeze you in.”
“Thank you, Mr. Sullivan.”
Chris lifted his hands and settled them onto her hips. He then ran his hands along the skirt, it was a tiny bit short. “I think you’ve taken some liberties with the dress code, Ms. Turner. But we’re pretty casual here, so I’ll overlook it.”
“That’s nice of you, Mr. Sullivan.”
“Mmmm,” Chris replied, noncommittal. “Take your panties down, Mr. Turner.”
Hayley gasped. “Oh, I couldn’t do that Mr. Sullivan.”
He clucked his tongue, admonishing her. “Inability to follow directions isn’t going to look good on this review, Ms. Turner.”
She peeked over her shoulder at him. “I can’t because I’m not wearing any panties, Mr. Sullivan.”
Chris felt his cock jerk behind his fly. “Is that so? Let’s take a look.” He took hold of the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it. She was telling the truth because he was treated to the sight of her curvy little ass wiggling in front of him. She may have been missing her panties, but she did have on a black garter belt and thigh high nude stockings. He pulled at one of the straps and let it snap back into place. She jumped. “I appreciate your attention to detail, Ms. Turner. These are very nice. Now lay flat on the desk and spread your legs for me.”
Hayley leaned forward until her cheek was pressed against the wood and spread her legs further apart. Chris got an amazing view of her pussy as she did so. “So you can take direction,” he told her. “I’ll be sure to make a note of it.” He placed on hand on the inside of her knee and slowly slid it up her leg. She whimpered in anticipation. He cupped her pussy and found the flesh there warm and the soft curls damp. He smiled to himself.
He parted her with his index and ring finger and teased her hole with the middle one. She wiggled her hips trying to take him in. Instead, he pushed his fingertips further up and found the swollen nub there. He pressed it between his fingers. When she finally release a full throated moan, he quickly removed his hand. She made a small noise of protest. He leaned back in his chair. “Finger yourself, Ms. Turner.”
Hayley backed up just enough to slip her hand between her pelvis and desk. She rubbed her fingertips along her slit, warming it up before she worked a fingertip inside. She whimpered a little as she worked herself. She slicked her fingers with her juices and pressed them to her clit. Chris grinned. “Excellent technical skills. And you do seem to have an amazing ability to work independently. Tell me, Ms. Turner. Do you want to come by yourself? Or with me inside you?”