Baby For The Mountain Man

Approving this logic, I rinsed myself off and let my fingers descend my belly slowly, increasing my anticipation of the impending touch. I closed my eyes when my middle finger connected with my clit, Bryce’s sexy body appearing in front of my eyes.

I wished I could tear off his clothes and see if he really packed big muscles as I’d assumed. Then I would lick every line and crevice of his body, running my hands across his skin.

“Bryce.”

I moaned and moved my fingers faster across my mound, becoming wetter. I slid across my already puffy outer lips, smearing my juices over my heated flesh, and continued rubbing my clit. I felt hot all over, my heart pounding too hard and fast against my chest, as the waves of pleasure coursed through me.

“I wish you’re here, Bryce. I wish your lips on me... Your fingers... You...”

I threw my hand back when I probed my entrance with two fingers, picturing naked Bryce in front of me. The thought of him watching me as I fingered myself was almost too much, and I let out a series of breathy moans that grew louder the faster I thrust into me.

“I need you to fuck me. I need...”

Adding another finger inside of me, I fingered myself even faster, screaming when my pleasure skyrocketed. I was seconds away from a shattering orgasm.

Breathing fast, I supported myself against the tiles and thrust two more times before I orgasmed hard.

“Bryce!”

I leaned my forehead against the tiles and closed my eyes when a powerful aftershock rushed through me, my legs convulsing violently.

This had been amazing. With a huge smile on my face, I continued showering in even better mood.

A couple of minutes later, though, all my pleasure dispersed and reality came back. I had to get serious. If I didn’t pay attention, this attraction could quickly become dangerous and affect my job performance.

I couldn’t let myself act on these dirty thoughts. I was his assistant and nothing else, so I better start acting like one.

I needed this job, so I couldn’t screw this up, and the best way to ensure him keeping me was to make sure I met his every need. In order to do that, I had to know more about him, so I wouldn’t make any mistake. If I managed to complete my duties successfully, he would definitely see my worth.

Just like that, an amazing idea came to my mind—like always when I was in the shower. I could look him up on the internet and see what I could find out about him. That way I wouldn’t have to snoop around the hospital and bother him with my questions.

I quickly dried off and put on my bathrobe, planning to research about him before I went to sleep. I went into my bedroom, turned on my computer, and took my notebook to make notes, excited more than I wanted to admit.

I typed Bryce Evander in the search bar, which resulted in pages and pages of websites, news, and photos, and my anticipation rose.

A website with his long biography and one of his interviews loaded, and I started reading. His background was rather impressive. He snatched his first job in a local hospital while still in college, and he received his MD from Harvard medical school. Since then, he worked in two prestigious hospitals, quickly climbing to the top, until he opened his own hospital, which was now one of two major hospitals in the city.

He’d accomplished all of this and he was only thirty-four years old. Simply amazing.

“I strive to do as well as possible,” I read aloud one of his answers in the interview. “There is nothing better than saving a life, and this is my main motivation.”

He planned to expand his business, claiming he would open several hospitals by the end of the next decade.

“Wow. He was just like me, huh? Eager to succeed.” It was like he was my kindred spirit.

I scrolled down the page and found a part with the personal information. I held my breath as I read lines that confirmed he was single and had never been married, but then I reproached myself because I wasn’t supposed to care about that. Single or not, it didn’t change a single thing.

“He’s just your boss, Chloe.”

However, my curiosity won over my reason, and before I could regret it, I checked his Instagram. He hadn’t made his account private, which brought a grin to my face, followed by the thumping of my heart as I skimmed over his photos.

There were several photos that were made with his colleagues or around the world, during some of his trips, but more often than not I found photos of him with various women. He was either hugging them or kissing them, and something that could only be described as jealousy stirred my insides. All of them were the exact type of women I had imagined him with, their appearance strikingly beautiful and glamorous. All that I was not.

He was a billionaire playboy who obviously enjoyed his single life a little too much. There was no way he would ever settle down with someone like me. There was no way he would ever settle down, period.

So that was another reason why I should give up on this fantasy and keep my feet on the ground. He was off-limits.

It was easier said than done. As I scrolled down the pages and pages of information I could find, my interest doubled, and by the time I went to sleep, I couldn’t wait to see him again.