The intern stands in front of me in the tiny skirt that hugs her perfectly wide hips. My balls ache and I know it’s wrong, but my brain function is running on a backup generator. Only the necessities are working. Every inch of my cock is stretched out. Fuck, I can’t stand up to greet her unless she’s ready to get her pussy stuffed.
It takes me a minute to even remember why she was summoned to my office. My assistant told me that this sexy woman has been the reason everything has been messed up around the office. I know it’s not because I heard the conversation between her and that fucker who kept telling her how amazingly perfect she was.
My assistant who I’ve never given an ounce of attention to was acting like a little jealous fool. It’s only after the second week and Riley’s first weekly evaluations that I meet with the interns, but things are about to change. Ms. Sweet is special.
“Ms. Sweet.” A knock at the door interrupts what I’m about to say. I stand up and walk to the door. Turning to her before I open it, I add, “Please take a seat.”
I open it and take the cup of coffee from my assistant. “I’m in a meeting, and I don’t want to be disturbed until I say so.” I close the door and lock it before she could reply because I don’t need or want her around for this.
Taking a sip from the cup, I sigh. As good as it is, the only thing I believe will quench my thirst is her lips. I walk around and sit back down at my desk. It’s easier if there’s a good distance between us. Wanting to see her react, I reveal that I was eavesdropping. “So Demi—I heard your conversation in the kitchen.”
She slaps her hand to her mouth, trapping her gasp. Her eyes are wide, doe-like with her light, greenish-grey eyes. Continuing on, hoping to keep her in my office as long as I can, I start with the obvious repercussions. “I could let you go just for that.” Not that I would.
“Oh, no, sir. I’ll do anything. I need to pass, or I won’t graduate.” Fuck the thought of her on her knees, begging as she takes my dick between her plump lips makes it hard to breathe. I open my suit coat, hoping it’ll help shake the lust inside of me.
“Relax. I’m not adding that to your report for school, but I heard your complaint loud and clear. So if it makes you feel better, I’ll give you a different position.”
“Really? I mean. It’s not that I’m not grateful for the experience.” Fucking liar. She hates it here.
“Don’t lie to me, Demi. You’re not interested in being an assistant.” I tap my fingers on the desk, itching to drag her over to me. She fidgets with the edge of her skirt, looking skittish as she searches for a response. I’ve put her on the spot to watch the way she moves, acts, and answers my questions. I have hundreds for her, but I have to keep it as professional as I can. I wish my cock was up to the task.
“It’s not just that.” She bites her bottom lip, trying to think of an excuse. She’s killing me. I’m ready to blow my load and watching her tease me with that is too much.
I raise my hand to tell her to stop. “Well, that and my assistant is being rude to you—which I’ll deal with later.”
She jumps forward, pressing her hands onto my desk. I can only stare because her top button popped open and her breasts are about to spill out. Reading me wrong or maybe even right, she sits back in her seat. Pleadingly she exclaims, “No, no. I don’t want anyone to get into trouble.” That’s the sweetness in her that I saw from across the room. She’s got a good heart even when she doesn’t like someone. I know she deserves better, but I’m selfish as fuck.
“Really? Even if she was willing to get you in trouble?” I question, testing her reactions. I want her to be sweet like she is, but also not to let others walk all over her.
“Well, I mean, it’s someone’s livelihood. I can’t be responsible for doing that to someone.” Yep, she’s going to be my wife no matter how hard I have to try.
Feeling like a lovesick fool, I ask, “Are you always this sweet?”
She blushes at first, then she responds, “I think I’m pretty bitchy as you’ve heard in the kitchen.” She covers her mouth because reminding me that she was less than polite could get her in hot water.
“No, you were blowing off steam with your intern friend.” The question enters my mind and exits out through my mouth just as quickly. “Are you fucking him?” I take off my suit coat because it’s getting hot in here. The answer could set me off, and I need to keep a level head on me. We’ve only just met. I can’t blame her for fucking someone else. But that doesn’t mean I can’t destroy the bastard.