Marriage of Convenience (The Raven Brothers 1)

Realizing he probably thought I was probing his marital status to see if I had a chance with him, I said, “It’s none of my business. It’s just that we talked about family earlier.”

He seemed to accept that. “I have no family and no plans to have any, which is why my drink with my father tonight will be interesting.”

I had no idea what that meant and didn’t feel it was my place to ask. “Well, I hope it goes well.” I stood and collected my things. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He walked across the room and opened the door for me. “Have a good evening, Ms. Sheppard.”

“Thank you, sir.” As I headed down the elevator and out onto the city street, I realized that while Mr. Raven had scared me initially, he was really just a serious man. The truth was, this situation couldn’t get any better. Even if Mr. Raven didn’t offer me a job when my internship was over, having him as a reference would open all sorts of doors for me.

For the first time since I got my scholarship for college, I felt excited and hopeful about my future.

Yes. Mr. Raven was the answer to my prayers.

5

Chase

The next morning, I woke up from a dream of my new intern’s full lips around my cock. It was a nice thing to wake up too. The only thing that would have been better was if it were real. But since it wasn’t, and wouldn’t ever be, I’d settle for the next best thing.

I pushed my covers down exposing my hard, aching dick. I wrapped my hand around it then closed my eyes, bringing the image back to mind. She was on her knees, her pretty dark blue eyes looking up at me with that mixture of innocence and knowing I’d seen in them yesterday. Instead of her conservative work clothes, she was naked. I had to guestimate her tits, but from what’d seen yesterday, I knew they had to be lush.

“Suck it, Sara.” I put my dick to her lips, pushing into her mouth. “Ah fuck, yah.” My hand gripped my dick firmly and moved in long slow strokes. I was a fucking pervert, fantasizing about a girl who I learned from her paperwork was only nineteen. She was barely legal, and I was thirteen years older than her. But what I did in the privacy of my own head and bedroom wasn’t anyone’s business. So, I pulled and tugged and imagined fucking her mouth until I blew my load all over my stomach. Yep, not a bad way to start the day.

I got to the office before everyone else, as usual. I liked to get a head start on the day. It always made me feel like I was one step ahead of my dad and brothers. As I entered my office, I noted that a desk had been brought in and set near the window. It had a light and supplies. Alex always did think of everything.

I’d just taken off my coat, when Sara poked her head in my office.

“Sara?” I looked at my watch. She wasn’t due for another thirty minutes.

“Yes sir. I came in early to print off my report for you.” She stood in the doorway and I realized she was waiting for me to give her permission to enter.

“Come in. Your desk is here.” I nodded toward the new piece of furniture.

She smiled, and it was brilliant. Like the world was at her feet. She moved to the desk, setting her papers and laptop on it. Her pen fell on the floor, and she bent over, giving me a stellar view of her round, firm backside straining her pencil skirt. My mind immediately flashed with a new fantasy of taking her from behind on her desk. My dick hardened at the image.

In normal circumstances when I got a hard on with a woman, I didn’t try to hide it. No, I didn’t like to waste a good erection, and in most cases, when I got good and hard, the woman causing it was eager to take care of it for me.

But this wasn’t a normal circumstance. I was Sara’s supervisor. So instead of walking over to her, and rubbing my dick against her backside, I sat down. It was uncomfortable, and I considered going to the bathroom to take care of it.

She straightened and turned to me. She wore a white blouse that fit snugly over her tits. Yep, those beauties were probably perfect and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking them.

Her head cocked to the side, and I wondered if she knew I was having improper thoughts. I suspected she did. A beautiful, sexy woman like her probably got a lot of attention from men. She probably figured out a long time ago that men were ogling her. I wondered if she ever used that to her advantage.