“Fucking Delilah.” I slammed my head back against the headrest and ran my fingers down the underside of my shaft.
I was thankful for the dark tint of my windows along with the low light of the alley as I fisted my cock.
Want her lips.
Yes.
Laid out on the desk, her pussy open for the taking.
The tempo of my strokes picked up.
Spear her, spread that tiny pussy. Watch the shine on our dick grow with each thrust. Make her cream all over it.
The fantasy took on a life of its own as I frantically worked my dick. I wanted to hear her moan, scream my name, fucking come all over my cock, forcing my come to explode out and into her.
“Fuuuccckkkk,” I hissed as my muscles tensed, my balls drawn up as a spray of white covered my dark shirt.
My chest expanded with hard, deep breaths as my dick softened and the droplets began to soak into my shirt.
I glanced at the clock and blinked in shock. Thinking of her was so powerful it only took two fucking minutes to come.
It was official—I was fucked.
CHAPTER 6
Fucking, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.
I clicked the pen in my hand in time with the fucks I was spouting in my head. All attempts to ignore her and turn her against me were failing, thanks to the beast.
Fucking drooling, pent-up hunger mixed with rage. That part of me wanted to fucking find out where she lived and decimate her body, just to get it over with.
Yeeessssssss.
“Do you have to do that?” Delilah asked from beside me. The vein on her forehead was almost twitching, and it was the anger and hatred I needed from her, so I continued on.
“It’s my thinking tool.”
She glared at me. “Well, your thinking tool has me thinking about all the ways I could harm you with it.”
I turned toward her and clicked it again, right in her face. “That time of the month, Palmer?”
“You’re an asshole. Get back to work.” She huffed and looked back down at the stack in front of her.
Asshole. I was on the right track, now to continue to push the issue. “Which leads me to the question: what have you been doing for the past four months?”
She had one of the best death glares I’d ever seen. It excited me more than it should have. God, how I wanted to fuck it off her. Watch it morph into a perfect O as she clamped down on my—
“Hi, guys!”
Fuck.
My insides rolled with the voice—Kelly. It was bad enough the barrage of women throwing themselves at me every day, but the necklines seemed to drop as each day went by. Not that I was complaining about the view of cleavage. No, the problem was that any time I even glanced in that direction, they took it as a sign of interest.
“Nathan, I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
Smile on, mask in place—time to act. “What can I do for you?” I asked. It made me sick. I didn’t want anyone close to me, least of all the whore parade.
If I offered, I was sure any one of them would sit on my dick with Delilah next to us and the door open. The idea of Delilah being the one riding me flashed in my mind, and the beast growled in approval.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Delilah’s fingers flex on her stapler. The reaction was just what I needed—annoyance.
Whatever I had to do to push her away. Even if it meant being overly nice to the intruders. It only took a minute of Kelly’s tits in my face for Delilah to let out a sigh, snatch up her coffee cup, and stomp out the door. I couldn’t make out what she mumbled as she went, but I was fairly certain she was cussing me out.
“What’s her problem?” Kelly asked. “She is so weird.”
“Is she?”
“You haven’t noticed? Such a frigid bitch.” Kelly’s lips turned down in disgust. “I always hated having a question because I hated dealing with her.” She reached out and stroked her finger up my arm. “It’s so nice to have you here now.”
Her touch was like acid, and I cleared my throat, directing us back down to the contract and her question. Luckily, she didn’t seem put off by my change of topic. As much as I hated it, their attention and being nice to them was better than the alternative.
Once I had Kelly straight, she reluctantly left but made sure to sashay her hips on her way out. Getting back into the contract in front of me was hard. Due to the interruption, I’d lost my place. The second I found it, Delilah returned with a fresh cup of coffee in hand. She glanced around, her frown softening but her scowl of annoyance still firmly in place.
“Which girl do you have your sights set on?” she asked as she sat back down.
“Excuse me?” I asked, both for clarification and because for some reason, I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off her ass.
“Which one? They’ve all been vying for your attention,” she said, obvious disdain or disgust written all over her face. I couldn’t tell which emotion it was. “Each wondering which one of them you’ll pick to screw first. I’m amazed they’re throwing themselves at you, not even caring about their jobs.”
I paused and looked at her. “You’re talking about the non-fraternization policy.”
She nodded. “Holloway is very strict on it now, ever since the Antonio and Karen incident. Lots of drama and problems there as a result. So, now they get rid of one or both parties. That’s why it surprises me so many of them are willing to give up their jobs for your junk.”
My junk? I thought as my lips drew into a smirk. “I do have pretty impressive junk.”
That we want to show you.
Shut up. I’m not going there.
A snorting sound left her, and she rolled her eyes. “Please.”
Sounds like a challenge to me.
“Do I need to prove it to you?” I stood up and pulled at the loop of my belt.
Instead of staring, watching, and waiting, she hid her eyes behind her fingers. “Keep it in your pants, Casanova.”
Good girl.
“I’m surprised you care about them,” I said as I sat back down.
“I don’t.”
“Then don’t worry. One of the reasons I agreed to come here was because of their strict enforcement of no office fraternization.” But it hadn’t fucking worked. They didn’t seem to care. “I thought it would keep them away, but it doesn’t seem to be enough.” I let out a low sigh and stared at my computer screen. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? All they did was exhaust me in a situation I was already having enough trouble conquering.
I was thankful for the dark tint of my windows along with the low light of the alley as I fisted my cock.
Want her lips.
Yes.
Laid out on the desk, her pussy open for the taking.
The tempo of my strokes picked up.
Spear her, spread that tiny pussy. Watch the shine on our dick grow with each thrust. Make her cream all over it.
The fantasy took on a life of its own as I frantically worked my dick. I wanted to hear her moan, scream my name, fucking come all over my cock, forcing my come to explode out and into her.
“Fuuuccckkkk,” I hissed as my muscles tensed, my balls drawn up as a spray of white covered my dark shirt.
My chest expanded with hard, deep breaths as my dick softened and the droplets began to soak into my shirt.
I glanced at the clock and blinked in shock. Thinking of her was so powerful it only took two fucking minutes to come.
It was official—I was fucked.
CHAPTER 6
Fucking, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.
I clicked the pen in my hand in time with the fucks I was spouting in my head. All attempts to ignore her and turn her against me were failing, thanks to the beast.
Fucking drooling, pent-up hunger mixed with rage. That part of me wanted to fucking find out where she lived and decimate her body, just to get it over with.
Yeeessssssss.
“Do you have to do that?” Delilah asked from beside me. The vein on her forehead was almost twitching, and it was the anger and hatred I needed from her, so I continued on.
“It’s my thinking tool.”
She glared at me. “Well, your thinking tool has me thinking about all the ways I could harm you with it.”
I turned toward her and clicked it again, right in her face. “That time of the month, Palmer?”
“You’re an asshole. Get back to work.” She huffed and looked back down at the stack in front of her.
Asshole. I was on the right track, now to continue to push the issue. “Which leads me to the question: what have you been doing for the past four months?”
She had one of the best death glares I’d ever seen. It excited me more than it should have. God, how I wanted to fuck it off her. Watch it morph into a perfect O as she clamped down on my—
“Hi, guys!”
Fuck.
My insides rolled with the voice—Kelly. It was bad enough the barrage of women throwing themselves at me every day, but the necklines seemed to drop as each day went by. Not that I was complaining about the view of cleavage. No, the problem was that any time I even glanced in that direction, they took it as a sign of interest.
“Nathan, I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
Smile on, mask in place—time to act. “What can I do for you?” I asked. It made me sick. I didn’t want anyone close to me, least of all the whore parade.
If I offered, I was sure any one of them would sit on my dick with Delilah next to us and the door open. The idea of Delilah being the one riding me flashed in my mind, and the beast growled in approval.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Delilah’s fingers flex on her stapler. The reaction was just what I needed—annoyance.
Whatever I had to do to push her away. Even if it meant being overly nice to the intruders. It only took a minute of Kelly’s tits in my face for Delilah to let out a sigh, snatch up her coffee cup, and stomp out the door. I couldn’t make out what she mumbled as she went, but I was fairly certain she was cussing me out.
“What’s her problem?” Kelly asked. “She is so weird.”
“Is she?”
“You haven’t noticed? Such a frigid bitch.” Kelly’s lips turned down in disgust. “I always hated having a question because I hated dealing with her.” She reached out and stroked her finger up my arm. “It’s so nice to have you here now.”
Her touch was like acid, and I cleared my throat, directing us back down to the contract and her question. Luckily, she didn’t seem put off by my change of topic. As much as I hated it, their attention and being nice to them was better than the alternative.
Once I had Kelly straight, she reluctantly left but made sure to sashay her hips on her way out. Getting back into the contract in front of me was hard. Due to the interruption, I’d lost my place. The second I found it, Delilah returned with a fresh cup of coffee in hand. She glanced around, her frown softening but her scowl of annoyance still firmly in place.
“Which girl do you have your sights set on?” she asked as she sat back down.
“Excuse me?” I asked, both for clarification and because for some reason, I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off her ass.
“Which one? They’ve all been vying for your attention,” she said, obvious disdain or disgust written all over her face. I couldn’t tell which emotion it was. “Each wondering which one of them you’ll pick to screw first. I’m amazed they’re throwing themselves at you, not even caring about their jobs.”
I paused and looked at her. “You’re talking about the non-fraternization policy.”
She nodded. “Holloway is very strict on it now, ever since the Antonio and Karen incident. Lots of drama and problems there as a result. So, now they get rid of one or both parties. That’s why it surprises me so many of them are willing to give up their jobs for your junk.”
My junk? I thought as my lips drew into a smirk. “I do have pretty impressive junk.”
That we want to show you.
Shut up. I’m not going there.
A snorting sound left her, and she rolled her eyes. “Please.”
Sounds like a challenge to me.
“Do I need to prove it to you?” I stood up and pulled at the loop of my belt.
Instead of staring, watching, and waiting, she hid her eyes behind her fingers. “Keep it in your pants, Casanova.”
Good girl.
“I’m surprised you care about them,” I said as I sat back down.
“I don’t.”
“Then don’t worry. One of the reasons I agreed to come here was because of their strict enforcement of no office fraternization.” But it hadn’t fucking worked. They didn’t seem to care. “I thought it would keep them away, but it doesn’t seem to be enough.” I let out a low sigh and stared at my computer screen. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? All they did was exhaust me in a situation I was already having enough trouble conquering.
