“Um, I have to call potentials. I’ll talk at you later.” I ended the phone call with the press of a button and walked over to my door. I looked out to make sure no one was around to see me and closed it, twisting the lock in place. The deadbolt locked everyone out, leaving me inside my office, alone with the picture in hand.
My cock throbbed for attention, but I needed more from the woman in the photo before I did anything about the need inside me. Hating that I had to look away from her face, I read the rest of her resume, seeing that she had three years of experience being a personal assistant and a bachelor’s degree in business. She volunteered at the Red Cross and a homeless shelter. Her GPA was a 3.5. She was young, only 24 to my 31.
Lucy Green. I’ve never met anyone named Lucy before. It suites her.
Wait a minute. Green. I just hired someone with the last name Green. I turned on my computer and searched and boom, there he was. Logan Green, 26, damn good construction worker and just moved here.
With his sister, Lucy.
I wondered what brought them here. They seemed like they were from a smaller city, possibly a small town. Why would Lucy come with him? I had so many questions for this little redhead. My eyes drifted back to her photo, and her smile reminded my cock of why we needed her here.
As soon as possible.
I stroked my cock through my pants as I stared at her picture. It was wrong, a bit deviant, touching myself to someone I had never met, never known, but staring into her eyes, even through a picture, it felt like I did know her.
And it turned me on more than any woman I had ever been with in my entire life. I unzipped my pants and fished out my cock. Precome dripped from the slit, helping me lubricate my shaft. I shouldn’t be doing this, but the urge was too strong. I needed to do it. I knew it would be one of many orgasms she’d give me. I felt it in my bones.
I wanted more. I wanted to hear her voice to help me get over the edge. Reaching for my phone, I typed in the number on her resume and then put it on speaker, quickly placing the phone back on the receiver. It rang and rang; the anticipation of hearing her voice made my cock jerk in my hand. A stab of disappointment started to make its way in my veins when the phone kept ringing, and she didn’t answer.
“Come on, Lucy,” I said through clenched teeth and caught my moan between my lips when I pinched the tip. “Answer.”
As if she could hear me, the soft click sounded like static. She giggled and whispered something to someone; I didn’t know what, I couldn’t make it out, but I wanted her attention on me. I wanted her laugh to be focused on me. “Hello?” she greeted, and I had to place my fist in my mouth and bite down to keep myself from groaning when I heard the angelic tone. It was smooth, like what I’d imagine velvet to sound like if it could.
I tightened my fist around my cock and swallowed, removing the fist from between my lips. “Is there a Lucy Green available?” but I knew I was already speaking to her. My instincts told me. I stroked myself faster when her breathing hitched.
The sound in the background faded. “This is she. I’m Lucy. May I ask who is calling?”
God, her voice. It was unlike anything I have ever heard. While quiet, I could hear a vibration of power and strength when she spoke. She might sound meek, but she was anything but, and it made me want to pound into her just to see how loud she could be.
“This is Godrick Stoneridge. I’m calling about your application.”
“Oh, wow,” she said on a wispy breath that caused me to get hotter and my heavy sack between my legs to pull tight to my body. I closed my eyes and imagined her saying those words to me after she saw my cock for the first time before trying to take all of me in her mouth. Ah, just the thought of those lips around me and sucking me down had the base of my spine-tingling. “I get to talk to the man himself! I never thought I’d ever talk to you, Mr. Stoneridge—”
“Rick, please,” I corrected.
“Not Godrick?”
“No, I don’t prefer the family name,” I said simply, lazily continuing my strokes.
“I understand.”
The way she said it, all cool and in a disregard told me she might fight me on that. Good, I wanted her to. The deviance in her voice made me leak like a sieve. She wanted to test me. Lucy wanted to call me Godrick right now, but she held back because right now, I was the authority, her future job prospect, she wasn’t allowed to disrespect me.
“I would love to set up an interview,” I said. “Can you come to the office at eleven tomorrow?”
“Eleven? Tomorrow?” she repeated. “Really?”
Oh, that excitement. I loved hearing it. I sped up my fist, thrusting my hips up to squeeze my cock through the hole I made with my hand. Fuck, it was so good.
I loved that I made her happy.
And since when did I care about that?
“Really.” the word was a pleasurable groan that I had been burying in my chest during this entire conversation.
“Oh my god! Yes! Yes!”
I knew the words were for the job, but they went straight to my shaft, wrapping around the orgasm that built within me and yanked. I thought about slamming my hand on the mute button so she wouldn’t hear me, but I wanted her to hear me. She needed to hear what she did to me.