One to Keep (One to Hold 2)

She released my hand, and her eyes traveled to my mouth then down my torso. I put my hands in my back pockets, letting my knit shirt stretch over my chest. Her expression never faltered.

“I just wanted to stop by and check out my new job.”

“I understand.” I didn’t mind her checking out whatever she wanted. “Your desk is out there.”

Her eyes returned to mine and she hesitated only briefly before turning on her heel and heading to the front. I followed, watching the nice sway of that ass in that dress. Things were getting better with every step.

“The laptop should be setup with everything you need,” I said. “Honestly, Derek knows more about it than I do. He won’t be back until Monday.”

She pulled out a few drawers and studied the contents. Then she walked back around to where I stood. “What will we do tomorrow?” The way she said it almost sounded like a dare.

“If you just want to work a half-day, I won’t mind.”

Again, her eyes blinked up and down my torso. “Maybe we can take a long lunch.”

“Maybe we can. It’s a slow week, and we could get to know each other better.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, Mr. Knight.”

“You can call me Patrick.”

“And you can call me Star.” A slow smile lifted her lips. “See you tomorrow.”

I watched her walk out and leaned against the desk. Pens, ink, fuck it all. I was going there. Safety off.

Chapter 5 – You Only Live Once

Star’s ass was absolutely gorgeous, smooth skin, lightly tanned. Her panties, if you could call them that, were just a thin, gold rope around the curve of her hips with a string running down the center line. I groaned and lay my head back against my chair as I watched her body move up and down in time with her head.

Smoothing her hair back from her face gave me the full view of her mouth sucking my dick. She dipped all the way down, taking me in, and then came back up, letting me pop out and giving me a wink. Her tongue licked around my tip like it was a fucking popsicle, then she wrapped those glossy lips around me and sucked again.

“Uhh,” I groaned, sliding my fingers to her cheek. She was too good at this, and I was about to shoot. I fought the urge to move her head up and down with my hands. Humming noises came from her throat, and I groaned again as she slid her tongue down my length, her fingers massaging my balls.

“Fuck me,” I hissed watching her make her way back to my tip, smoothing her tongue around it again as her hand quickly pumped my shaft. She blinked up at me and smiled, her tits lightly grazing my thighs, her nipples beaded. Then she ducked her head and took my whole cock into her mouth again, deep-throat. My ass clenched as I struggled to hold back.

“I’m about to come,” I whispered, reaching for the condom. But she held my legs down and kept going. I was blacking out, it felt so good. “St

ar,” I ground out. “I’m fucking about to come.”

She sucked harder, still pumping my shaft fast with her hand as her mouth focused on my tip. Then she went all the way down again, and I blew. “Fuck!” I hissed as my cock jerked in her throat. She held on, swallowing, and my head dropped back against the chair as my back arched.

“Fucking… yes.” I couldn’t help holding her head then as I bucked against it, groaning. My stomach tightened, and I rocked my hips a few more times. Dammit, this girl was good. I rode out the last wave of that orgasm, and her mouth never left me.

Finally, I collapsed in my chair very satisfied. She sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with one hand and giving me a sideways grin. A little laugh came from her throat, and in my hazy afterglow, I smiled, studying her fine body, full tits, small waist, round hips with that gold-rope thong passing for panties wrapped over them.

“Good?” Her voice was a throaty purr.

“Yes, ma’am.” My response was hoarse. “Very.”

I tried to piece together how I’d lucked into this scenario—her naked in my office, on her knees, giving me a hummer for the record books.

This morning started innocent enough. Star was at her desk playing around on her laptop when I arrived. I smiled and greeted her before going back to my office to check emails and make sure nothing important was waiting. It wasn’t.

Derek had emailed saying he’d be back on Monday to discuss “something big.” He suggested I take the afternoon off as we might be working late for a few weeks. I walked back out front to see if Star still wanted to do lunch. She smiled and offered to get take-out for us to have in the conference room. It seemed like a good idea. I could give her the tour and answer any questions she might have about working here—as much as possible—then we could call it a day. Or whatever. I was flexible on that point.

Lunch had arrived, and when she went for drinks, she’d found the liquor supply we kept in the refrigerator for special occasions. A few vodkas later, she was slipping that tight black dress she wore slowly down her thighs, stepping out of it and undoing her bra to let those fine tits bounce out. Then she crossed the room to kneel in front of me. I didn’t even try to stop her from undoing my fly. The memory of how it all came together had my cock stirring awake again.

“What should we do now?” She leaned forward, running both hands up my legs. I sat forward to meet her, sliding my hands up to cup her bare breasts.