Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Then there was the day my shirt accidentally unbuttoned when I went to bring him files. It gapped opened so much, he could clearly see the sheer, cream-colored bra I was wearing, along with my nipples that were standing up to greet him. Oops, my bad. He actually snapped a pencil in half that time.
But nothing—nothing—beats my last day. I’m wearing a tight black skirt that clings to my body from my waist to right below my ass, where it then flares out with a ruffle. I wear lace-topped, thigh-high stockings.
Before I leave for the day, I walk into his office to ask him a few questions about the party we are attending tomorrow.
“So, what time should I get there?’ I ask him, propping myself on the arm of the chair.
“I told everyone to get there at six. We have to be out front to do the red-carpet thing by eight, so I want to make sure everyone is on time.” He tilts back in his chair.
“Perfect. I guess I’ll see you there, then.” I turn to leave and then stop. “Oh no, I think I have a tear in my stocking!” I say, looking over my shoulder at him watching me. “Right on the knee.” I bend over, knowing full well that my skirt will rise just enough for him to see the border of lace stretched across the center of my thigh. He lets out a tortured groan and then a string of curses as I walk out the door. “See you tomorrow, Austin.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
AUSTIN
I’m about to consult Google to find out if a man can die from blue balls when Lauren struts into my office asking questions about tomorrow. I’m almost tempted to close the door and fuck her on my desk.
All week, she has been torturing me. One day, she left her panties in my drawer. I slammed my door, drew the shades, and sat at my desk picturing her sitting on it, legs spread, in front of me, as I jerked off with them. I came all over them. Hard, too.
The next day, her shirt popped open, accidentally, giving me a perfect view of her tits in that sexy-as-fuck bra, her nipples hard and ready for me to bite and suck. That just reminded me of how incredibly responsive she is when I play with them. Fuck me .
Then the straw that broke the camel’s back was right after she finished asking me the questions about the party. As she was walking out of my office, she bent over, and that fucking hot-as-hell skirt she had on rode up. She was wearing a fucking pair of thigh-highs and the tiniest pair of sheer panties. So tiny and sheer, I could see her pussy lips. Motherfucker .
I’m about to throw something across the room when John comes in, heading over to sit on the couch. “Hey there, man. I heard that someone got their period this week.” He jokes with me just as Noah walks in.
“Jesus, did this week go slow or what? I didn’t think it would ever end.” He slaps John on the back and sits next to him on the couch. He looks over at me, then tilts his head and asks, “Are you sick?”
“He isn’t sick. Lauren is holding her vagina hostage till he lets go of this whole ‘I don’t shit where I eat’ bullshit,” John explains.
“It’s not bullshit,” I snap at them both. “What if we have a good run and then she gets mad at me, we break up, and she sues me for sexual harassment?” I look at them both.
“What if you spend the rest of your life banging the best pussy of your life?” Noah fires back. “Listen, if you want, she can come work for me.”
I sit up in my chair right away. “Not a fucking chance in hell. You’ve fucked every PA you’ve ever had.”
“That was before. I’m a changed man. I went to the strip club yesterday to meet a client, and my dick didn’t even twitch. In fact, he was bored. I think he might have even yawned.” Noah looks down at his crotch.
John studies him. “No shit, you got the bug?”
Noah just shakes his head. “I did. By the way, I’m bringing her tomorrow.” He leans back “She’s so fucking hot. She can put her legs behind her head, man.”
“I don’t want to know that shit!” I yell. “That’s Lauren’s sister.”
“She’s not your sister.” Noah turns to look back at John. “And she can hold them there.” He raises his hand for a high five. Both of them have shit-eating grins stretched across their faces.
“Is Lauren bringing a date tomorrow?” John asks me.
“No,” I snap, then think to myself that she fucking better not be bringing a date. But if she is, I have to know.