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With that, he starts typing again, clearly dismissing me. I stand, trying to get my bearings, and he doesn't even look away from his screen. I turn and leave the room, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.

Chapter Four

Mason

I give up on sleep and throw the blanket off me, sick of staring up at the ceiling. There’s no point in it now. It’s almost four in the morning, and I haven’t so much as closed my eyes.

Not since I saw her. Felt her cum at my touch.

The thought has my raw cock throbbing with the need to release once again. He’s acting like I haven’t been jerking off since she walked out of my office yesterday. The first thing I did when her lush body left my office was take my cock out, along with her panties, and proceed to cum all over them. I’ve been doing the same thing all night. They’re a sticky mess, and probably don’t even have her scent on them anymore. I smile, liking the idea of covering her in me.

When she walked in yesterday, I couldn’t stand up. My dick was too hard, and I didn’t know if my weak knees could hold my weight. But once she sat down and I saw how the tight skirt pulled across her thick thighs, and how the button between her breasts was screaming to break free, I couldn’t help myself. I had to get as close to her as possible.

I can’t believe she’s a prostitute.

The words have been running through my mind. She looks young and innocent, so I can’t imagine she’s been at it long. The thought of her with another man makes me irrationally jealous. I’ve only been in a room with her once. Why do I already assume she’s mine?

As soon as I was able to form a coherent thought, I got her résumé from Helen and began to scour it. I looked up all her credentials and, as I suspected, they weren’t true. She was way too young to have finished college already. The one thing she didn’t lie about was her address.

I couldn’t control myself. I had to find out as much about her as I could. So as soon as I finished rubbing my cock, I left work and drove by her residence. I was just going to pass by one time and that was all. But then I drove by again. And again. I convinced myself that if I got a small glimpse of her, then I would be okay. I would leave her alone and go home. So I kept driving back and forth for a couple of hours, and finally I spotted her. She walked alone on the streets, and it made me grip the steering wheel fiercely. She looked too innocent to be left alone. Anyone could come up and grab her. I parked my car and waited until she was safely inside before I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. The curtain moved slightly, and I could see her in her apartment. All I could think about was seeing her again. The small glimpse on the street wasn’t enough. I had to have more.

I exited my car and walked around her building, looking for a way in. It was a shitty neighborhood, and immediately I felt protective of her. I told her she would live on the floor of my building or inside my home. But after seeing this dump and knowing what she did to me, the only place for her is in my bed.

I rub my eyes, thinking about how I stalked her home and then sat outside until I saw her light go out. After that, I called one of my security guys to keep watch over her and found out everything I could about the place she was staying. Then I went home to get some relief. My cock was becoming unbearably painful, and I couldn’t jerk off in my car. There were too many people around, and I needed to be alone.

There’s no telling how many times I’ve jerked off since I’ve gotten home, but after I pull myself from my bed and step into the shower, I reach for the body wash and begin again. I’ve never been one to be hung up on a woman. Never really given much thought to being with someone in the future. My plans were to work and make money. But Kennedy walked into my office, and one look has me obsessing over her.

I’ve got my eyes closed and I’m picturing Kennedy laid back in the chair, eyes closed with flushed cheeks. Her wet cunt displayed to me, and I cum all over my hand.

“Fuck,” I grit out and press my other hand to the tiled wall, trying to keep from falling over. My legs are weak from all the orgasms, but my dick has yet to get the memo.

After I clean myself up, I go ahead and get dressed for work. Might as well do something constructive with my time since I can’t sleep. But deep down I feel a voice inside me say that the sooner I get to work, the sooner I can see her.

When I make it to the office, I’m the first one there. It’s five in the morning, and I sit at my desk with a cup of coffee and watch the sun come up. I try to find things to keep me occupied, but my eyes keep wandering to the clock, hoping it speeds up.

Eight o’clock hits and I start pacing. Helen comes in and says good morning, then goes over the day’s schedule. I cut her off mid-sentence because I can’t stand the anticipation any longer.

“Where is Kennedy?” I bark a little harsher than I intend to.

Helen looks up from her notes unperturbed, almost with the hint of a smile pulling at her lips. “She’ll be here in thirty minutes. I told her when to come in and I would go over things with her.”

“I’ll do it,” I snap again, trying my best to control my temper. What is wrong with me today?

How has she so thoroughly taken up my head space? I can’t seem to have a clear thought other than getting her here in my office as soon as possible.

“Yes, sir,” Helen says and then exits my office and heads to see Finn.

Normally in the mornings she’ll give me a brief breakdown of what I have going on, but then I’m left to manage the rest of my day on my own. Luckily, I cleared most of my day by coming in three hours early, so I should have plenty of time to spend getting to know Kennedy, finding out exactly how she came to apply for a job like this one. And then maybe I’ll test out some of her skills that weren’t listed on her résumé.