Risk (Vault 1)

Me: Where are you?

Charlize: In the bathroom.

Me: Take you

r panties off.

Charlize: I haven’t had them on since lunch when I had to take care of myself. They were too wet to put back on.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Me: Stop what you’re doing and slide a finger inside yourself.

Charlize: I’ve never had a boss like you.

Me: Are you complaining?

Charlize: I’m too busy making myself come again to be complaining. You should finish me off.

Fuck.

I’m torn.

Jill warned me off Charlize this morning after catching us together. It wasn’t a subtle warning, either. She threatened that if I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants, she’d do everything in her power to stop North & Co. winning the Bluestone award. Turns out my ex-wife is a vindictive bitch.

Me: I’m busy. I’m all yours tonight.

I’m playing with fire here, but I can’t stop myself. I want Charlize like I want air. It’s a need as much as a want at this point. I just have to control myself at work. Jill won’t ever know what’s happening outside of work. It’s not like her path would ever cross with Charlize’s.

Charlize: You don’t know what you’re missing out on.

She texts a photo of her breasts a moment later, and I know I’m fucked.

Completely fucking fucked.

I call her.

“Yes, boss?” she purrs. “I’m kind of busy right now.”

I unzip my pants and wrap my hand around my dick. “Get your ass to my office.”

I rest my head against the back of my chair and groan as I slide my hand up and down my cock.

“Are you sure about that? I thought you couldn’t fit me in until tonight?”

“Now, Charlize,” I growl.

It’s a good thing I left my blinds closed all day. I figure they’ll never be opened again at this rate.

She arrives a few minutes later, and I soak her in as she comes towards me. I told her she was beautiful this morning, but that doesn’t cover it. Not even close. However, it’s not her beauty that has me captivated so much as her mind and everything else about her. Charlize is an original in a fake world, and that is a rare find. From her quirks to her intelligence, to her sense of humour, to her disregard for societal expectations, she has so many qualities I want in a woman. And I hardly know her yet.

Her gaze is drawn to my dick. “I see you started without me.”

Letting go of my cock, I stand and move to her. Hooking one arm around her waist, I back her up until we hit the door. Locking it, I rasp, “This is going to be fast. I hope you’re ready, because I more than fucking am.”

She guides my hand to her pussy. “You should see for yourself.”

“Fuck,” I groan as I slide my fingers through her wetness. She’s way past ready. “Turn around.”