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Toby
Macy is so fucking hot. I mean, none of my other assistants had a giant stack of stain removing wipes in her purse. In the week since she started, she seems to always be coming to my rescue one way or another. I lucked out when she fell into my lap.
Well, not literally into my lap. Though I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had more than one fantasy of something along those lines. A late night at the office, her leaning over me as we work, her just happening to trip and fall and land right on my cock. Okay, more than one fantasy. More like I have whole spank bank of them. And the current favorite happens to be me in her lap. Or more precisely, my face.
A smile pulls at my lips as I rest my hand on her back, fighting the impulse to yank her to me. That non-fraternization policy means nothing to me. I give zero fucks. I just don’t want to fuck up and lose the best assistant Jake and I have ever snagged.
“Are you laughing at me?” Macy says. “There is nothing wrong with being prepared. Saved your ass today, didn’t I? Or at least your shirt.”
“That you did, Macy. You’re my hero.” I grin in earnest now, her sassy attitude making me forget all about the fact that I was irritated by the coffee.
She smiles back, shaking her head. “You’re so crazy.”
If I’m not already, I soon will be if she doesn’t stop looking at me like she’s having just as many dirty thoughts as I am. I’m this close to telling her how much I want her. How she drives me fucking insane with need and want and desire.
But I don’t. Jake would kill me if I ran her off.
That doesn’t mean I don’t totally check out her ass as she bends over to pick up the now-empty coffee cup. Or that when I guide her into Jake’s office, I happen to lean in a little closer than is strictly necessary just so I can get a whiff of the sweet strawberry scent of her hair.
I can’t even smell strawberries anymore without getting a boner. Seriously. That’s how hot she is. I need to go get laid, stat, before I do something stupid.
“There you are,” Jake says as we walk into the office, glancing at his watch. “I was starting to wonder if you were going to make.”
“Just because you get up at the ass crack of dawn, old man, doesn’t mean the rest of us are ready to work the minute we get here. I like to ease into it.”
I give Macy a wink, and I swear her eyes look dilated. When her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, the almost-boner I get from being near her becomes a full fledged raging hard-on.
And Jake doesn’t miss it. He smirks at me and shakes his head. “Well at least you’re up and ready to go now.”
Asshole.
“More than ready, old man,” I toss back. “In fact, I think this week might just be the week you need to let me guest host. After tonight’s show...”
It’s a running joke with us. Jake and I are more like brothers than anything else. I run things behind the scenes on the show, and he’s the frontman. But here lately I’m itching to get a taste of what it’s like to be the host. Total pun intended.
Because, fuck, the man gets to go onstage night after night and eat pussy and get paid for it. It’s fucking nuts. But it works. The audience loves it. It’s the biggest hit since that show Head Hunter. I want a piece of that.
Jake just laughs. “After tonight, they won’t want anyone but me on that stage.”
He might be right. What we have up our sleeves for tonight’s show has never been done before. No one knows about it but us and the guest. The crew will get their instructions once it’s too late to go back. This could make us go down in infamy. Or it could make us go down in flames.
We’re hoping for the latter, and I hope to fucking hell my meeting with the head of programming goes okay or we’ll have yet another black mark against us.
The morning goes by in a rush of meetings. Even the one with programming. So when we head back up to my office a little before lunch, I’m in a pretty good mood. I’m feeling good about the show tonight.
Macy walks ahead of me, and I shamelessly stare at her ass as she climbs the stairs in front of me. I’m lost in my thoughts—and fantasies. Her naked on my desk, her naked on her desk, her naked on the boardroom table—and I think about it all the way to the office.
Once I’m back in my office, I mumble something about getting work done and shut the door, trying to put some distance between us so I can fucking focus. Because even though the day has been great so far, I really need to get everything ready for the live broadcast tonight, and being around her isn’t helping my brain function at normal capacity. I swear she was totally responding to me. All. Fucking. Day.
How am I supposed to get shit done when she looks just as horny as I feel? Maybe I just need to get her out of my system. Then I can focus. That’s totally how it works, right? It’s such a bad idea, but now that I’ve had it, it’s taken hold and I can’t shake it. Just a taste. That’s all I need. Then I’ll be set.
I’m jerked out of my thoughts when Macy knocks on my office door, poking her head in and holding up a bag from my favorite gourmet deli. “Hungry?”
“Starving.” But not for a fucking sandwich. I’m hungry for a taste of her.
I follow her to the boardroom, my tabletop fantasy clear in my mind as she leans forward to set the food out, her ass round and inviting. When she turns around abruptly, I jerk my eyes up to her face, but I’m pretty sure it was too late.