“And you?”
Fuck. What is my name?
I can’t even remember.
“Kat? Kat.”
Am I right? Oh, fuck it. Who cares? I’m returning him, anyway.
“Well, Kat. Why don’t get we grab some refreshments and move this along to the bedroom?”
I look at him and the man looks like perfectly fucking composed. You’d never tell that he just fucked me senseless.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Seriously? What? Did you think I was done?”
Holy shit. What did I get myself into? How am I ever going to survive work tomorrow?
But how the fuck do I say no?
7
William
Somewhere, there’s an alarm blaring.
I’m fucking confused—didn’t I just quit the day job?
Isn’t that what we just hired a new CEO for?
A few blinks, and it all comes back to me.
MaleOrder.com.
Kat. Sweet, luscious little Kat.
She’s up and moving.
“I have to go. It’s my first day at my new job,” she explains. As she scrambles around, she pauses to look at me. “Can you get a move on?”
She sounds pissed. Maybe she’s been speaking for a while. I don’t fucking know.
“Sure, babe,” I stretch, and yawn. “But I was hoping for a solution to this morning glory, actually.”
She gives me a scowling frown, so telling of just so much frustration. It makes me want to put my cock in her mouth and show her some real relief.
She’s pulling on a tight skirt and slipping into a blouse while she brushes her hair.
“Get up,” she barks, just expecting me to leave without a fight.
I gawk at her as she puts on a pair of pink heels.
“Now!”
I do and dawdle to the bathroom, cock swinging. Once I’m done, I wander toward the kitchen. I come up behind her and grab her around the waist, pushing my cock against her ass.
For a moment, I can feel her.